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Throttled is dedicated to everyone who fell in love with City and wanted more. I wrote this for you.
Chapter 1 ~ Thanksgiving “Push,” City barked as his face turned red. “I am pushing, damn it.” I could barely breathe. “More, just a little bit more,” he said through gritted teeth. “One more push, sugar.” I bored down and used my legs as leverage. My face felt prickly and I wanted to give up. It was too much for me to handle. I couldn’t do this. Why did I ever think I could? City always made my mind crazy and had me agreeing to do things I didn’t want. I knew I didn’t have the physical strength to handle this. I grunted, exhausted. “Fuck, I give up,” I said, gasping for air but not letting go. “You know you’re filthy mouth does wicked shit to me,” he said, winking at me. “I’m in no mood to talk about your dick right now, Joseph.” I glared at him. Sweat broke out near my hairline as my legs began to tremble. “As soon as we’re done, I’m going to show exactly how hard that mouth makes me.” I glared daggers at him. I didn’t want to think about his beautiful cock. “Not happening,” I said as I pushed with all my strength. “Are you even helping?” I bit out. “What the fuck does it look like?” “Looks like you’re standing there getting a kick out of watching me push this damn thing by myself.” I grunted, my knuckles turning white. “If I could push and get this shit done, I sure as fuck would, sugar. You can do this.” I shook my head just as it slid into place. “I’m never helping you move furniture again. Shit’s for the birds.” I said as I collapsed on the bed. The light streaming through the windows threw a shadow on the bed as City stood between my legs. “You were the one that said I shouldn’t do it alone. Who am I to stop you when you put your foot down?” He looked like an angel with the glowing sunlight behind him. His body was just as divine as it was the night I met him over a year ago. He had a chiseled jaw covered in short dark hair, his fierce blue eyes shining as bright as the sun, his dark brown hair a mess. I wanted him just as much as I did the first time we touched. I smiled at him as I admired his ruggedness. “You’re still recovering, City. I didn’t want you to get hurt. We didn’t have to do it right this second, I just made a suggestion.”
“Sugar, I know how you are. You don’t do suggestions. You wanted it moved and now it is.” He leaned forward, hovering over my lips. “I’m not breakable. I’m healed and got the okay to go back to full activity.” He wiggled his eyebrows. I giggled, the man made my heart skip a beat because I loved him so much. “I didn’t know you were holding out on me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “You couldn’t have moved the bed by yourself anyway. It’s too heavy.” “I could’ve, but it was more fun to watch you struggle.” The deep vibrations of his laughter shook the bed. I smacked his shoulder. “Could not.” I grinned. “Could too. Where was I?” He stared into my eyes. “Ah,” he said, grinding his dick into my leg. “That filthy mouth of yours.” “You made me this way. I used to be sweet and pure. Now look at me,” I said, digging my fingers into his thick hair. “I’m looking, Suz, and I’m loving everything about you. I fell in love with the girl I found on the side of the road. You’re mine forever now,” he said as he pulled my arm down and placed a kiss on the diamond ring he gave me after his accident. The happiness I felt was mixed with sorrow at the bitter memory of almost losing him. I would’ve been lost if he died that day. I never realized how full my life was and how much he meant to me until he was almost ripped from my grasp. “Always yours, City. Make love to me,” I whispered against his lips. “There’s my cock-loving girl.” He crushed his mouth to mine, his hands sliding up the side of my tank top. His touch gave me the shivers; the deep timbre of his voice stole my breath even after a year. I couldn’t get enough. I was his cock-loving whore, but only his. He had that effect on me. Just as the rough tip of his finger touched my nipple, an alarm sounded from downstairs. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back. “Ugh, really?” I whined. “Can’t we just let it go for a little while longer? Please?” I begged, grinding my panties against him, feeling the hard piercing press against my clit. He leaned his forehead against mine, drawing in a shaky breath. “We can’t. You know how my family is, I can’t ruin the turkey. I’ll never hear the end of that shit and neither will you.” I pouted, running my fingernails up and down the back of his neck. “Five more minutes won’t matter.” “When have we ever taken five minutes?” he asked, sitting up. “Up ya go. We have cooking to do, woman. Everyone will be here in two hours.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me forward. “I don’t know why we couldn’t just get everything pre-cooked. I survived Thanksgiving without having made everything from scratch.” I collided with his chest, peering into his baby blues with a smile. “Gallos do not do already prepared. You watch and I’ll cook.” He kissed the top of my head, reaching under my ass and pulling me into his lap. “How about,” I whispered against his lips, rubbing the rough stubble on his face, “if I help and I get a little City appetizer before they get here.” He smirked, a small laugh escaping his lips. “You want to cook?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I want cock and for that I’ll cook.” I smiled, nipping his lips. “You got yourself a deal, sugar,” he said as he grabbed my sides and tossed me on the bed and ran. I giggled and kicked, hopping off to run after him.
Chapter 2 ~ Gallo Family Thanksgiving “You look flushed, dear,” Ma said to Suzy as she hugged her. “Are you feeling well?” I covered my mouth, hiding the smile while Suzy blushed an even deeper shade of red. “I’m just fine, Mrs. G.” Suzy glared at me as she patted my ma’s back. “Are you sure?” Ma rested her hand on Suzy’s stomach. “No bun in the oven yet?” Oh, fuck. Suzy was about to pop her lid. I looked down, holding my face in my hand, unable to look Suzy in the eyes. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no. No bun, Mrs. G.” “It’s okay, love, and stop with the Mrs. G. Call me Ma. Soon it will be official.” “Yes, Ma.” I couldn’t look up. Pissed off Suzy was too damn cute and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop my laughter. “Son.” My ma rested her hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Mama.” I wrapped my arms around her and snuck a glance at my bride to be. She had my pop’s full attention. “Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” She kissed my cheek, standing on her tiptoes. “You too, Ma. Thanks for pissing Suzy off for me.” I laughed. “Just don’t want anyone to forget about a grandbaby,” she smiled innocently. “We wouldn’t forget, Ma. We watch you knit every Sunday.” “Crochet,” she corrected me. “Is she really okay? I haven’t seen her so red in a while.” I couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling out. “She’s just fine, Ma. She had her hands full before you got here.” I looked over my ma’s shoulder, winking at Suzy. Her mouth dropped open as she realized what I said. Before my parents walked in the door, she was on her knees sucking me off. Her hand cupped my balls while the other stroked my shaft. Pure motherfucking heaven. “I know Thanksgiving is a lot of work, Joseph. We appreciate all your hard efforts.” She wrapped her hands around my back and turned toward Suzy. “It means a lot us.” “It was hard,” I coughed, “work, Ma, but Suzy took it like a champion.” My body shook against my mother as I placed a kiss on her hair.
Suzy’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “Just a little thing, Ma,” Suzy said and then laughed. I nodded to Suzy, impressed with her quickness. I’d get her later for that comment. “Hey, Pops.” I couldn’t take the double meaning anymore. I needed to change direction of this conversation. “The house looks amazing, son.” He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a giant bear hug. I loved that my father wasn’t afraid to show us how much he cared. “We just finished everything last week. I don’t ever want to build another house again. What a pain in the ass!” I said as I smacked him on the back. “The fireplace framed by the ceiling to floor windows is breathtaking,” Ma said, as she walked to look out at the windows. There was a large pool with a waterfall on the lanai. “I always thought you’d go with more of a classic Florida style of architecture, but I must say, I love the log cabin look. Reminds me of when your ma and I would take trips to the mountains before we had you kids.” He walked next to Ma and placed his arm around her. He rubbed her shoulder, slowly stroking her skin while they rested their heads together. Ma patted his hands and then turned. “Where’s the nursery?” she asked with a large smile on her face. “It’s a spare bedroom, Ma,” I said, trying not to laugh. The woman was relentless. “Someday there will be a baby in there,” she said, pointing at Suzy. A change of subject was needed quickly. “Want a drink, Pop?” I asked, wrapping my arm around him, leading him into the kitchen. “I’d love a stiff one,” he replied, looking around the finished living room. “Yeah, Suzy had one before you got here.” I smiled, looking back at her over my shoulder. “I’ll get it for you, Mr. G,” Suzy said as she walked by and elbowed me in the ribs. “Why don’t you show your parents all the hard work we’ve done?” I hunched over, feeling the sting of her boney elbow as I pretended to catch my breath. “Sure.” I smiled at her. Suzy was a vision. Skin slightly pink and pale, blonde hair flowing down her back with her knee length white sundress. She looked like an angel, but I knew the truth. The girl came off as sweet and innocent, but she was a tiger and had developed quite a liking for curse words. I rubbed off on her. To say I was proud to call her mine was a complete understatement. “The house is beautiful,” Ma said as she grabbed my arm. “You trying to kill her?” she whispered as we walked into the great room. “Ma, she gives as good as she gets.” “I’m sure, baby,” she said as she patted my stomach. “Wow, the fireplace really turned out better than I thought.” I looked at it with pride. It took me days to get it just right, laying each stone one at a time. “Thanks, it was worth all the hours.” The rounded river rock made it a challenge but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let it beat me. Ma touched the stones and ran her hand across the large wooden mantle. “I’m speechless. The entire place is…” She smiled, looking around. “I know, Ma. It’s perfect. Turned out better than I could’ve dreamed.”
“Here’s your drink Mr. G,” Suzy said as she handed him a glass of whiskey on the rocks. A loud pounding on the door made my mother jump. “I’ll get it.” Suzy nodded. “I’ll show them around.” The banging continued. “Jesus,” I yelled as I opened the door. Mike’s fist stopped in mid-air, as he was about to land another blow. “Sorry, didn’t think you heard me.” “I think the dead heard you, brother.” I opened the door, letting him inside. His overly sized body hid Mia. “Hey, Doc. How the hell are ya?” I asked Mia as Michael walked inside. She smiled, holding out her hand to me. I shook my head, grabbing her and pulled her to my chest. “I want a hug. We’re beyond handshakes, Doc. You’ve seen me naked for shit’s sake.” I laughed, feeling her tense in my arms. She blushed, her cheeks turning red as she pulled away. “Well, um...” “It’s okay, Mia. I was dying and you saved me. I’m just harassing you.” She swallowed, looking at Mike before turning back to me. “You know how your brother gets.” She chewed her lip as she looked around my body to Mike. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t give a shit about me. He knows I have my girl. Come on in.” I stepped aside letting her pass. “How’s the clinic?” I asked as I followed her toward the sound of Mike’s voice. “I promise I didn’t look, by the way.” She winked with a small smile on her face. “It’s so great, Joe. You’re family has done so much.” She smiled, stopping at the counter to watch everyone else in the great room. “Mia,” Ma said, holding out her arms. I smiled as Suzy wrapped her arms around me, placing her head on my chest. Life couldn’t get much better than this. Mike and Pop sat on the couch talking, Ma and Mia greeted each other, and Suzy was at my side. The front door opened and I turned to see who it was. We were only missing Izzy and Anthony. “Smells damn good in here,” Izzy said as she walked into the kitchen. “Hey, sis,” I said, walking over to hug her. “I brought someone, I hope you don’t mind.” She smiled, looking up into my eyes. Izzy was never this sweet. “Who?” I asked, looking up. Anthony waved and stepped aside. Fuck. “Really?” I whispered in her ear, grabbing her by the shoulder. “Come on, Joey. He didn’t have anywhere else to be. He was in town and I told him he could spend the day with us. I know you made enough food for an entire army.” She batted her eyelashes at me. “He’s here now.” I shook my head, looking down at her. “Next time ask, Izzy.” “Okay,” she whispered in my chest, squeezing me before ducking under my arms. I held out my hand to Sam as Anthony walked by and grimaced. He felt the same way I did about this fucker. “Nice to see you again, Sam.”
He placed his hand in mine, gripping it roughly. “I go by Flash now.” “Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Welcome to my home,” I said, pulling him close as I crushed his fingers in my grip. “If you hurt my sister, I’ll fucking bury you. Got me?” “Easy now, City. I wouldn’t dream of it. We’re just friends.” He stood toe to toe to me, gripping my shoulder. “I don’t care who the fuck you think you are or what MC you’re in. You’re still Sam to me and I can still whip your ass. Just so we’re clear.” I glared at him. Who the fuck did this punk think he was? Suzy’s arms slid around me as her tits crushed against my back. “Everything okay, baby?” she asked. “Just perfect, sugar. This is Sam, Izzy’s friend.” She released me and held out her hand to him. “Hi, Sam, I’m Suzy. Nice to meet you,” she said smiling, unaffected by his inability to dress up. He had on his MC cut and jeans, classy for the holidays. “It’s my pleasure, Suzy.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “You have a beautiful home.” “Thank you, Sam.” I growled, wanting to punch him in the face. His eyes flickered to me, his lips turning up in a half-smirk before he looked back to Suzy. “Joe’s a very lucky man. I hope you don’t mind me crashing the party.” Sam’s eyes flickered to me with a shitty grin before looking at Suzy. I wanted to rip his head off, the fucking weasel. “Not at all. Come on in and make yourself at home.” Suzy said with a smile. As Sam walked past me, I glared at him but I knew I should be nice. Suzy stood on her tiptoes, rubbing my cheek and stared at me with her head tilted. “What’s wrong, City?” I looked down at her, giving her a half-smile. Her kind eyes and big heart always did a number on me. “Nothing, sugar. I just don’t like him.” “I’m sure he’s harmless. Let’s enjoy our first Thanksgiving in our new home.” I kissed her hair, taking in the coconut sweetness on the silk strands. “Harmless isn’t a word I’d use to describe Sam, but you’re right, let’s enjoy it.” “No more sex references either,” she said as she pinched my ass. “Sugar, I make no promises when it comes to you and that sweet pussy,” I said as I crushed my lips to hers, stealing her breath.
Chapter 3 ~ The Dinner “What still needs to be done, dear?” Mrs. G asked as I sipped my white wine. “We’re just over a week away.” She smiled, her eyes soft. I knew she was happy and excited. The wedding was all we talked about anymore. “I think everything is ready. I have a couple to do lists, but it’s last minute stuff.” I set my fork down, unable to take another bite. “Maybe you can look over the seating chart with me one more time while the boys watch football after dinner.” Her teeth sparkled, as her smile grew wide. “I’d love to help.” “Me too,” Izzy said from across the table. “Maybe we can have the boys do the dishes for once.” She grinned looking around the table. “Oh, hell no,” Anthony said. “That’s women’s work.” He shook his head, shoveling another forkful of stuffing in his mouth. Clinking from all the ladies dropping their forks on the table made me laugh. That wasn’t the thing to say at this table. “No shock why your ass is still single,” Michael said, slapping Anthony on the back of the head. “When have we ever done dishes on Thanksgiving? I’m just saying. It’s our job to eat and watch football and the ladies cook and clean. It’s the Italian way.” He smirked and his body jerked. “What the hell was that for?” He looked at Izzy. “Being a dumbass,” Izzy said as she rolled her eyes. “Anthony, you boys can handle it this year. The ladies have wedding plans to finalize,” Mrs. G said. “But Ma,” Anthony replied with wide eyes. “No buts, mister. There are enough of you that you’ll get it done quickly. Joseph and Suzy’s wedding is more important than football this week.” Her mouth was set in a firm line. Mrs. G was sweet as apple pie, but no one, and I mean no one, challenged her. “Fine, Ma.” He covered his mouth with his napkin and mumbled. I bit my lips, stifling my giggle. “We never went around the room sharing what we’re most thankful for.” “You’re right, Suzy. The boys were so hungry, I didn’t even think about it. Forks down,” Mrs. G said, placing her fork and knife next to her plate. A collective groans filled the room. The boys didn’t like anyone getting between them and their
food, or their women, for that matter. The two things were non-negotiable. “I’ll start,” she said. “I’m thankful for my children and loving husband. I’m thankful for the new additions to the table and new members of the family, Suzy and Mia. I’m thankful that Thomas is safe even though he’s missed another holiday. I’ve been blessed with each and every one of you being a part of my life.” She smiled, wiping her eyes. Mr. Gallo stood and cleared his throat. “I’m thankful to live another year to hopefully see the Cubs win the World Series.” He laughed. “I’m thankful that I can be proud of each of my children, Mia and Suzy included. When I met and married your mother, I never dreamed that she would give me such wonderful children and a life filled with such joy. I can honestly say I have no regrets and for that I thank my lucky stars each day.” He tipped his head and winked at Mrs. G before sitting. She blushed and blew him a kiss. I wanted that life. I wanted that love. The life-enduring happiness that seemed out of reach for most. “I’m thankful for my uncomplicated single life. No offense.” Anthony looked at his mother. “I’m thankful for this meal and having you all part of my life. That’s enough sappy shit for me to say in one day.” He blew out a breath and smiled. “Aw, you’re so sweet, Anthony, you almost made my teeth hurt,” Izzy said sarcastically. “I’m thankful for having two wonderful parents. I’m thankful for having more women around the table. Being outnumbered sucks.” She looked at Flash and he shook his head before he turned to Michael. Michael glared at him. “Fine, I’ll go, you pansy ass.” He cracked his knuckles and put his arm around Mia. “I’m thankful for all of you, but most of all for the woman at my side. I haven’t been the same since the day I knocked her on her ass. I love ya, Mia, baby.” He leaned forward, holding her chin, and kissed her gently. All the love around the table made my eyes water. This family had become everything to me. City was the icing on the cake, but they were the silky smooth filling. “Pussy whipped,” Anthony choked. “Shut the fuck up.” Michael slapped Anthony on the head without looking, as his lips lingered over Mia’s mouth. City stood, looking down at me with a smile that made my stomach flutter. “On that note, I’ll get the mushy shit out of the way. I’m thankful that Suzy has agreed to be my wife. I couldn’t ask for a better person to share the rest of my life with. We had a rough beginning, but I knew I had her the moment I kissed her. I’m thankful to Mia to helping save my life after the accident.” He smiled at Mia and she blushed. “I’m thankful for my family…well, maybe not Anthony, but everyone else.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me forward before he kissed me. His lips were warm and sweet from the wine. My nose tickled from the facial hair he’s become so fond of. As he pulled away, I moved with him, wanting more of his mouth. He winked, giving me the cocky grin that always set my body on fire. I swallowed, trying to regain my composure. “I’m thankful that City is still with me after all we’ve been through. I’m thankful that he survived and is healthier than ever. I’m thankful for each and every one of you for being around this table, even Anthony.” I laughed as Anthony smiled, winking. All the Gallo men were to die for—they were the panty dropping variety. Women couldn’t say no to them; that’s how City stole my heart. Everyone dug back into their meal, scooping up the stuffing and dreaded green bean casserole, and chatter filled the large dining room. I set my napkin down,
sitting back in my chair, and let the joy I felt seep inside me. There was something about a man that can cook. I hadn’t gone hungry or worried about which brand of Ragu jarred sauce to use since I met City. He had so many skills and every first impression I had about him was wrong. He was cocky, I hadn’t been wrong about that, but City wasn’t the overbearing brute I thought he was when we first met. City’s an artist, a romantic, a loving partner, a cook, and an amazing person. The most diverse and well-rounded person I know. His artistry when it came to tattooing was beyond amazing, colorful and intricate; he spent hours in his studio upstairs creating designs for clients. He wasn’t easy or simple, but he was mine. “Sugar, you okay?” City brushed the back of his knuckles against my cheek. I turned to him, smiling, tears welling in my eyes. “Yeah, babe. I’m great.” I wiped the corner of my eye, turning to him and taking in his rugged beauty. “Why the tears?” he whispered in my ear, rubbing my cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. “I’m just happy.” I touched his hand, moving into his touch, and leaned to the side to kiss him. He smiled, moving toward me, and enveloping my lips in a loving kiss. “I can’t wait to call you my wife.” He searched my eyes, a small smile on his face. “You’ll be mine legally.” “I’ve always been yours, City.” I smiled, warmth flowing through my body. He’d never let me think otherwise. He laid claim to me early in the relationship and never let me too far out of reach. No matter how scared I was or how hard I tried to fight him, the pull he had over me was too great. The cocky grin I could no longer live without spread across his face as he grunted. “There’s no going back now, sugar.” He crushed his lips to mine, stealing my breath, the familiar dull ache returned between my legs. “You two are kinda nauseating,” Anthony said, pretending to gag. We both turned to glare at Anthony. City cleared his throat. “Someday you’ll understand, brother.” “Not going to happen,” he said, grimacing before stuffing a piece of bread in his mouth. “I have too much to offer to be tied to just one woman,” he said with a muffled voice and small pieces of bread falling from his mouth. “Yeah, I can see that. Who couldn’t resist such a specimen of a man?” I said, breaking out into laughter. Mrs. G pushed back her chair to stand; the sound of the wooden chair scraping against the slate flooring sent a chill through my body, reminding me of fingernails on a chalkboard. “Alright boys, the ladies are done and we’re going to work on the wedding plans. Get this place cleaned up.” She raised an eyebrow and looked around the table. The boys, including Mr. G, nodded at her but grumbled under their breath. “Come on ladies, we have work to do. We have eight days to make it perfect.” Mia, Izzy, and I rose from our chairs and followed Mrs. G out of the dining room. “I can’t believe I’m going to have a sister,” Izzy said, throwing her arms around me. “Finally, the tables are turning. We’re so close to equalizing the cock in this family,” she whispered in my ear, a small giggle escaping her lips. “That’s not possible,” Mia said as she walked behind us. “All the vaginas in the world couldn’t
outnumber those boys. They’re too…” Her voice trailed off. “Full of themselves,” Mrs. G chimed in, turning to face us. All of us laughed as we walked up the stairs. Gallo men were unique, and we knew it. “It’s my fault. I made them who they are, but never fear ladies; we control everything, even though they think otherwise.” We sobered, hanging on her every word. “You control them, Ma. We sure as hell don’t.” Izzy rested her body against the wall outside the wedding war room I’d created. “I’ll share my secrets when we’re inside and out of the boys’ earshot. They don’t need to know who really holds the power. It may bruise their male egos,” she said, her body shaking with laughter. “Come on, ladies. Be prepared, its organized chaos inside.” I smiled as I opened the door, standing back to let them walk in first. “Wow,” Mia said as she stepped inside and looked around with her mouth agape. “Holy shit,” Izzy said, stepping into the room with wide eyes as she spun around. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, dear,” Mrs. G said as she put her arm around me and gave me a tight squeeze as we entered the bedroom. I smiled at her, blushing. “We haven’t made it into a bedroom yet. We’re using it for the wedding only right now. It is pretty damn cool, isn’t it?” “Will it be a nursery?” Mrs. G looked at me with hopeful eyes. “Maybe someday.” I smiled, my stomach in knots. We weren’t ready for a baby, not just yet. I had too much City left to enjoy. “No worries. I have all the faith in you, my sweet Suzy.” She released me and walked toward the gown. My body warmed from her sincerity and love as I took in the most important women in my life, all in one spot and without our testosterone other halves. “This is stunning,” Mrs. G said, running her fingers across the lace skirt of my wedding gown. “Joey is not allowed in this room anymore. I can’t risk him seeing my dress.” I shook my head. He begged me to wear it for him, he wanted to dirty it—his words not mine—before I walked down the aisle. That wasn’t going to happen. “Good idea,” Mrs. G said, smiling at me. I watched them as they looked at every detail I laid out across the expansive space. I had a seating chart that looked more like an invasion plan for a war, tables and sticky notes everywhere in different colors to represent our two sides. Izzy eyed the party favors while Mia grabbed my wedding shoes and studied them. “These shoes are amazing. Everything is going to be beautiful, almost magical.” Mia placed the shoe back in the box. “You’re so organized. I thought I was anal, but babe, you have me beat by a mile,” she said with a small laugh. “What needs to be done?” Mrs. G asked, staring at the seating chart. I stood next to her, looking over my work. “I just need to make sure I have everyone seated correctly. I don’t know most of the people on here. Joey said this person couldn’t sit near that person. I’m so confused and don’t want to mess it up.” She touched my hand, looking at me with a smile. “I’ll inspect it, but from what I see so far it’s
perfect.” “Thanks, Mrs. G.” She looked at me, her mouth set in a firm line. I gulped, realizing my mistake. “Mom. Thanks, Mom,” I quickly corrected. She smiled, her face growing soft as she turned back to the poster board. “Let’s talk about the bachelorette party while Ma is busy.” Izzy grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the small table on the other side of the room. “Maybe she wants to come,” I said, looking at Mrs. G. “Nope, she’s staying home with Daddy. I have everything planned out.” “Izzy,” I warned, my eyes snapping to her face. She smiled, looking overly pleased with herself. “Don’t worry. I have it all under control,” she said, winking at me. “That’s what I’m worried about.” I said, leveling her with my stare. “As a bridesmaid it’s my duty to give you a kick ass bachelorette party. Whatever happens, just blame it on me. I can take care of those boys.” “Give us the run down,” Mia said, not letting me respond to Izzy. “Okay, well, we have a party bus picking up all the girls here on Friday night and the boys will have their own. We’ll be spending the evening at Shepard’s Beach Resort. I reserved the top floor where the suites are located and we’ll party our asses off. They have a dance club set up at night and we can drink till we puke and crawl to our rooms.” She bounced up and down in her chair. “This shit is going to be so kick ass.” I looked down, twisting my fingers in my hands. “No stripper, Izzy.” I wasn’t asking. I wanted to make it clear that I didn’t want any half-naked men touching me. “Don’t worry,” she said, her smile growing wider as my stomach turned over. “Izzy, I’m serious.” I stared at her, holding her with my gaze. “Relax, Suz.” “I’m looking forward to a girls’ night out,” Mia said, squeezing my arm. “Michael doesn’t let me out of his sight much. Well, really he doesn’t let me out of his bed.” She laughed, her face turning red. Izzy winced. “My ears are going to bleed or my brain will explode with that image. Do not mention my brothers and sex. Ever. Ick,” she said, sticking out her tongue like she was going to throw up. “What about Flash?” Mia asked, smirking. “He’s just a friend.” Izzy frowned, looking to her mother. “He looks like he wants to be more than friends,” I added. “You’ve never brought anyone around for family dinners let alone a holiday, Izzy.” “Eh, he was in town and he doesn’t have any family in the area. We hangout sometimes but it’s nothing more than that.” She drew in a breath. “He’s not right for me and the guys, well, they’d never allow him to be part of this family.”
“What are you girls talking about?” Mrs. G asked as she sat down with us. “The monsters that you’ve created,” Izzy said quickly, changing the subject. “Ah,” she said, turning to me. “Suzy, everything looks perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing on that seating chart.” I smiled, happy that I hadn’t messed it up. “So Ma,” I said, the words still foreign on my tongue. “You were going to share your pearls of wisdom with us about how to handle our boys.” She laughed, her eyes twinkling. “Well, it’s taken me many years to hone my skills and learn how to get what I want. It’s a fine line though, ladies. You can’t let them know you’re the one silently controlling the strings from the background. They like to think they’re the puppet master when in reality we hold all the strings.” “Still not giving me details,” Mia said, shaking her head. “Michael and Joseph are tough boys and Izzy, any man that steals your heart will be just as tough as your brothers, if not more. This information will be for all of you to file away and use when necessary.” We leaned forward, waiting to hear her next words. “Always remember to make them think they’re in charge.” She smiled and laughed. “That’s the key. Don’t ever make them think otherwise. Love them hard, ladies. Smother them with your love. Be fierce when necessary and never back down. Once you give in, they’ll expect it always. When they won’t give you what you want, well, that’s when you deny them the thing they want most.” She paused, wiggling her eyebrows. “Oh my God, Ma. I don’t even want to think about you and Pop having sex.” Izzy stuck her finger in her mouth, pretending to gag. Mia and I broke into a fit of laughter. Mrs. G shook her head. “Deny them food, Izzy.” She laughed. “Your mind is always in the gutter, child.” I couldn’t control myself. I sagged into the chair, hysterical with tears streaming down my face. Izzy glared at her mother, unconvinced by her pearls of wisdom. Mia put her head down on the table, her body shaking from the giggles we’d all developed. I sobered, sitting up in my chair and leaned my elbows on the table. “That won’t work for me, Ma. I don’t do the cooking. It’s hard to deny a man food when he does all the cooking.” “Well then you only have one other weapon.” She smiled, patting Izzy on the leg. “For the love of God, Ma. Really. My ears are going to explode and I’ll never be able to have sex again if you keep talking.” Izzy closed her eyes, rubbing her fingers roughly against her skin. “No more. I can’t listen.” “Izzy, dear. I was going to say that Suzy shouldn’t snuggle with Joey. Snuggle, Izzy.” “Snuggle?” Izzy looked at her Ma with wide eyes. “Really? Who the hell snuggles?” My laughter returned worse than before. Izzy and Mrs. G were the cutest two people I knew. I could listen to them talk all day. “All Gallo men snuggle, Izzy.” Mrs. G stated calmly and matter of fact. “Bullshit,” Izzy coughed. “Suzy?” She looked at me for confirmation.
“I’m sorry to blow the image you have of your brother, but he loves to snuggle. He’ll never use those words, but there’s not a night that goes by that I’m not required to fall asleep in his arms.” “You’ve ruined the image I have of my brother being the big bad wolf.” She shook her head, turning her attention to Mia. “Michael too?” Mia nodded. “Yep, but there’s no place I’d rather be. I feel so safe in his arms. He’s like an overgrown security blanket. I don’t think we’ve ever fallen asleep without our bodies being entangled.” Izzy rubbed her forehead, looking to the floor. “My mind is blown. Jesus. I know there’s no way in hell Anthony is a snuggler. No God damn way.” She shook her head and looked at her Ma. “You did this to these men, Ma.” “I snuggled them since the moment they were born, just like I did you. Even as little babies, their fingers would tangle in my hair, playing with the strands.” “I’m not a snuggler,” Izzy interrupted, holding up her hand. “Never have been and never will be.” “You will, my dear. When you find the right man.” Mrs. G swept her fingers across Izzy cheek, tilting her head and smiling. There was so much love between the two women, it radiated off of them. “Nope. I like my space. I’ll never give in. Who knew I was really the one with the penis after all these years?” Izzy laughed, hitting the table. “Don’t let the boys hear you say that,” I said, grinning at her. “What are they going to do? Cuddle me to death?” she asked through her laughter, her body slipping from the chair in hysterics.
Chapter 4 ~ Fair Warning “Get your ass up and help, Sam. We aren’t done. You may think you’re a guest¸ but you help like the rest of us. Earn your meal, friend,” I bit out, trying to hide the obvious dislike of the man. He sat at the table like a king, watching us as we cleared the table and started to clean up dinner. “Really? Izzy said I was a guest.” I walked over; leaning over the table so only he could hear. “I don’t give a fuck what Izzy said. This is my house and you ate my food. Get your fuckin’ ass up and help.” “I knew you were a prick,” Sam said as he stood, grinning. “I don’t remember your mother treating a guest like this in her home.” “I’m not my mother and I don’t like you. Never have and sure as fuck never will.” I leaned farther across the table, coming eye to eye with him. “What the fuck did I ever do to you?” Sam glared, not breaking eye contact. “I don’t like you being with my sister. It’s that simple.” “Izzy and I aren’t together.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t give a shit what you say. I don’t like her even being near you. You’re trouble, Sam.” “I’m not trouble, Joe. You know me. I’ve never done shit wrong.” He walked around the table, coming to face me without a barrier. “I know you’re prospecting with the Sun Devils. They don’t play games, Sam. They’re the real deal. I don’t want my sister involved in their bullshit.” I snarled, fisting my hands at my side. “They’re good guys, Joe. I never take your sister around them. She and I spend time together when I come to town to see my parents or go on a run. Nothing more than that.” His eyes softened as he stared at me, the glare had vanished. “I’d never hurt your sister. We’ve been friends since we were little kids. She’d kick my ass anyway. I mean seriously, Joe, your sister doesn’t take anyone’s shit.” I shook my head as I laughed. “Good, Sam. Remember that. If she doesn’t get ya, I sure as fuck will.” I placed my hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “There’s a whole line of Gallo men that have my back. Don’t get her involved in that MC, you hear me?” I raised an eyebrow as my laughter vanished. “I got ya, man. Your sister is the only girl that has ever earned my respect. I would never do anything to endanger her,” he said as he held out his hand to me. I stared at him, trying to judge his sincerity. “I’m going to hold you to your word, Sam.” I gripped his hand, squeezing it between my fingers, letting him know that I could easily over power
him. A hand landed on my shoulder as Michael said, “What’s going on over here? While you two ladies chit chat, the real men are doing all the work.” He looked at Sam before turning to me. I smiled, increasing my grip on Sam’s hand. “We’re done, Mike. Just having a little heart to heart about Izzy.” Sam gritted his teeth and tried to pull his hand away. “I got it, guys. I’ll treat your sister right.” “Damn right you will,” Michael said, taking a step forward. “What the fuck? I’ve never done anything to her.” “Keep it that way, Sam, and we won’t have an issue,” Michael repeated, warning Sam. “Boys, get your asses over here and clean some shit. Football’s on and I’m not going to miss the game. Move it,” Pop yelled, causing us all to turn. “Coming, Pop,” Michael said over his shoulder. “Let’s go. I think Sam has a clear enough picture of what’s at stake.” “I do.” He nodded, shaking out his hand after I released it. I grabbed the remote, turning up the volume on the football game that was just about to kick off. We finished clearing the table, loaded the dishwasher, and polished off the pots and pans while we listened to the game. Just as I put the last pot away, the girls walked back down the stairs. Their laughter filled the space, overpowering the sports announcer on the television. The guys had piled into the living room, making themselves at home on the couch. I captured Suzy’s wrist, pulling her against my chest. “What’s so funny, sugar?” I asked, rubbing my nose against her temple. “Just girl stuff. Did you boys have fun?” she asked, staring up at me, tears hanging in her eyes. “You okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” I swept my fingers underneath her eyes, catching a single tear. “We were laughing so hard, City. I love them so much.” She beamed. “I don’t think I want to know what you girls were talking about. They love you just as much, Suzy. You’re family now.” I pulled her chin up, brushing my lips against her tender skin. She closed her eyes, parting her mouth for me. My dick twitched, wanting to be inside of that pretty little mouth again. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I held her in place, claiming her mouth. The feel of her soft lips on mine, drove me closer to the edge. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and run upstairs for a quickie. She acquiesced, giving herself to me with her mouth as she snaked her arms around my body. My dick throbbed in my pants; the blowjob earlier wasn’t enough to dull the constant ache I felt when near her. Placing her hand on my chest, she pushed gently. “City,” she said, breathily against my lips. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking back the haze. “Later. Your family is here.” “I don’t give a fuck. They won’t notice if we disappear for a few minutes. I need to taste you, sugar. I need to sink my cock in you so deep that my balls slap against your clit until you scream.” I held her in place, staring in her eyes, watching them dilate. “Okay,” she whispered, scrubbing her hands across my chest.
I looked over her head at my family sitting in front of the television. “Come on, let’s sneak upstairs.” I released her neck, putting her hand in mine and pulled her toward the stairs. “Shouldn’t we say something?” she asked, looking back at them. “No, they won’t notice, I’ll be fast.” I winked at her, as we walked up the stairs. “We’ve gone over this. You’re never fast.” I reached down, picking her up from under her arms, and tossing her over my shoulder. She squealed and giggled. “Everything okay in there?” Ma yelled. “Perfect, Ma. Be right back,” I yelled down the stairs. “You’ve given us away.” I swatted Suzy’s ass. “Now, I have to be quick. Fuck.” She wiggled and laughed, grabbing my ass as I rounded the corner to our bedroom. Kicking the door closed, I released my grip, letting her body slide down mine. Her soft to my hard. I wasn’t in the mood to take her gently. She wasn’t my bride-to-be in this moment. She was mine and mine to use. “I don’t think–” she started to speak as I placed my finger against her lips. “No talking.” I shook my head, claiming her lips as I unzipped my jeans. As she walked backward, her hands found the top of my jeans. She pulled them down at the sides; my dick sprang free slapping against her arm. She moaned in my mouth. “Jesus, babe. You’re so hard.” “You did this to me walking around in that hot ass sundress shaking your ass.” I reached under her dress, my eyes growing wide when I didn’t feel any panties. “What the fuck, sugar? No panties? You never go without,” I murmured against her lips, running my fingers through her wetness. The silky smoothness of her cunt made my cock grow harder. The familiar ache that I’d been perpetually blessed with since meeting Suzy was almost too much to bear at times. She rubbed her pussy against my palm. “Please, City. I need to feel you.” Her eyes fluttered, her breathing turning harsh. Grabbing her by the waist, I spun her around to face the bed. “On your stomach, hands on the bed, sugar.” She smiled over her shoulder, her cheeks turning pink. “City, everyone’s downstairs. They may hear or come looking for us.” She placed her palms against the crisp white down comforter. “Then you better bend over so we can be quick.” I smacked her ass and watched her jump. She bent over as she rubbed her ass, bringing her sundress up her legs, showing me a hint of thigh. She planted her elbows flat against the mattress and stilled as my hand caressed her ass. My dick twitched, screaming to sink into her. I grabbed it, stroking the length as I hiked up her dress. Running my cock through her wetness, I sighed knowing I wouldn’t be walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the night. I pulled her hips up, lifting her slightly off the bed, my dick touching her opening. “Wait.” Her body stiffened as she planted her face in the mattress. “What?” I asked with my cock in my hand ready to push inside. “Condom?” Her voice muffled by the blankets.
“Sugar, you’re on the pill. We’re about to be man and wife. We’ve done it without before. Right now, I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to feel your silky wetness as I fuck the shit out of you.” She sighed, relaxing her body. “Okay, but—” “Enough talking. The only words I wanna hear out of you are ‘yes’ and ‘give me more.’” I leaned over her, kissing her shoulder as I jammed my cock into her. Her body jerked, accepting all I had to give as she melted into the mattress. The blankets were bunched in her hands as I stood, looking down at her. I slid my hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair. Wrapping it around my palm, I grabbed it and pulled. She gasped, her eyes sealing shut as I thrust myself inside her. The flesh of her hip felt cool underneath my forceful grip. Every time my dick slammed into her, my balls slapped her clit, causing her body to twitch and moans to escape her lips. I thrust harder, needing the release as I watched her body bounce off my shaft. “You want me to stop?” I bit out, swiveling my hips to touch every inch of the inside of her pussy. “No,” she moaned. “You love my cock?” “Yes,” she said as she bucked. I pulled her down forcefully against my body. “This is my pussy.” Pulling her hair harder, I wrapped it around my fist, holding it more securely. “I take it when I want, not when you want to give it.” “Yes, yes. Oh God, yes!” she yelled, her pussy convulsing against my dick. She drew her legs in closer together almost crossing them, making her hold on my cock vice like. I slid my finger from her hip to her abdomen and down to her clit. It was swollen and she shuddered as I pinched it, rolling it between my fingertips. Her face fell forward and she bored down, pulling the blanket between her teeth. She grunted, pounding herself against me as I worked her clit, bringing her to the brink of release. “Say what I wanna hear.” I stilled my hands as I pummeled her. “It’s your pussy,” she moaned without hesitation. I chuckled, biting my lip. Suzy went from saying heck to using the word pussy without hesitation since she met me. Hearing her say such dirty shit made my spine tingle. “Always, sugar. Come on my cock. Shows me who owns you.” Using two fingers, I covered her clit entirely, making small circles with the soft pads of my tips. Her grunts grew louder, her pussy milking me, as she tensed and stilled. My touch became more demanding, my thrusts rougher as I used my cock as my own personal battering ram. I wanted her to walk funny when she went back downstairs. “Give it to me, sugar.” I tweaked her clit, needing her to come before I did. She sucked in a breath, not moving, as she came on my cock. As her body relaxed and she grew limp, I used it as an invitation to fuck her senseless. Her body bounced like a bowl of Jell-O
underneath me. The orgasm ripped through me, sending me collapsing on top of her gasping for air. “Fuck,” I moaned as I caught my breath, my knees feeling weak. “Mm,” she hummed as she lay underneath me, smiling. Planting my palms on the bed, I trailed kisses across her exposed skin as I pushed myself up. Her ass was a light shade of pink from the relentless pounding I gave her. She lay there with her dress hiked up around her waist, her ass still in the air and her body bent over the bed. She looked how I felt, sated and happy. I tucked my dick back in my pants, leaving the remnants of our mingled orgasm on my flesh. “Come on, let’s get back downstairs before people come looking.” I ran my fingers down her arm, stopping in her palm to make tiny circles. “I don’t want to,” she whispered, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. “No choice now, princess. Let’s go.” I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her upright. She gasped as her eyes widened into saucers. “What’s wrong?” I searched her eyes, watching her face flush an even darker shade of pink. “Everything just gushed out of me. Oh my God, it’s running down my leg.” She looked down. “I can’t go down there like this.” She glared at me. My body shook from the laugh I couldn’t hold in. “Sugar, go get cleaned up. I’ll wait for you and we can go down together.” I smiled, watching her move from one foot to the other. “Ugh, this is so not sexy,” she whispered, turning toward the bathroom. Her walk reminded me of the marshmallow man from Ghostbusters–her arms far from her side as she took large steps on spread legs. She stalked to the bathroom in the most ungraceful way, but that was my girl. I wouldn’t change a thing about her. As the bathroom door closed, I collapsed on the bed, placing my hands behind my head. She’d be feeling me in more ways than one for the rest of the night. She’d be my wife soon. My wife. It still felt foreign to think, let alone say, but there had been no other person in the world that had me the way Suzy did. I was hers completely, maybe more than she was mine. I closed my eyes. I never knew life could be this fucking fantastic.
Chapter 5 ~ T-Minus Two Days and Counting “Izzy, what did I tell you about tonight?” I looked at her as we entered the hotel suite. I couldn’t pin it on her alone. She had help planning my bachelorette party. The girls in the wedding party plotted together to send me out of singledom in style. I knew that Izzy and Sophia would be a wicked combination. The hotel suite was stunning. I’d never seen anything like it. It was larger than my first home and overlooked the ocean. The exterior walls were glass from floor to ceiling. The sunset made it look like an ever-changing picture hanging in a gallery. The reds, purples, and orange shades reflected off the water as the sun kissed the horizon. Izzy stepped in front of me, breaking me from my sunset trance. “I heard you, Suzy. We were good. Sophia helped me and you know that she always has your best interests at heart,” Izzy said with a laugh. Sophia was my best friend. She was my opposite though, living life a little more carefree, taking chances, and was a little too much like Izzy for my liking. She may be a librarian, but the girl partied like a rock star. Fuck. “What’s wrong, Suzy?” Sophia asked, touching my arm. “You two,” I said, shaking my head. Sophia’s lips parted as she laid her hand against her chest. “What did we do?” Her innocent act wasn’t convincing. Motherhood had softened her a little. She had more weight on her body and looked healthy. The happiness that had now filled her life was clearly evident when looking at her. “I don’t trust you and Izzy individually, and I sure as hell don’t trust you together.” I glared at her, watching a small smile creep across her face. My stomach filled with knots. The two of them didn’t follow any of the normal rules, let alone mine. “Suzy, would I do anything to upset you?” Her brown eyes twinkled as a large smile spread across her face. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head and waited. I studied the look on her face. “Yes, yes you would. Just the girls tonight right?” I asked, watching her reaction very closely. She nodded, her brown hair bobbing against her breasts that peeked out from her V-neck dress. “I only invited the girls. I swear.” The knot in my stomach loosed a bit with her statement. “I just don’t want there to be any trouble tonight.” “Oh, there won’t be.” She shook her head and wrapped her arms around me, drawing me against
her body. “I’m so happy for you, Suzy. Do you think I would do anything bad and have to deal with Kayden’s bullshit?” “No,” I whispered as I hugged her. Kayden was her man and the father of her son, Jett. Their love was complicated. The road they traveled to happiness had been filled with bumps, but they made it through and never looked back. Kayden was a man I could rely on, a friend that would lay down his life for me. Sophia had told me that he could be ‘wicked jealous.’ Her words for him, not mine. “Okay then, let’s grab a drink. The girls are all about to arrive.” She held me at arm’s length, smiling and squeezing my hands. “We’re here to celebrate before you become Mrs. Joseph Gallo.” “I don’t want to drink too much, Sophia,” I mumbled as we walked toward the already prepped bar area. Izzy was pouring herself a hefty glass of Jack Daniel’s as we approached. “What’ll it be, ladies?” she asked as she set the bottle on the counter. “Just a glass of wine,” I said, looking at the dozens of bottles on display. “No wine tonight, Suzy. Pick your poison.” Izzy smiled, waving her hands over the liquor. “Bahama Mama,” I winced, my stomach rolling at the thought of getting drunk. “Light on the liquor though.” “Honey, it’s your bachelorette party and if you don’t get shit faced drunk and party your ass off then I haven’t done my job as a bridesmaid.” She smiled as she started pouring the rum in the glass. I watched, my eyes growing wide as she poured and poured. “That’s enough, Izzy,” I said, placing my hand on her arm. “I want to make it until at least ten.” She burst into laughter as she set the rum down. “We’ll get ya there. We have the whole night planned out. It’s going to be one for the record books. When we’re old and pissing our pants with dentures in our mouths, we’ll be telling stories about tonight.” She smiled, pouring the juices and rum in the cup before handing it to me. I shook my head and grabbed the Bahama Mama from her hand. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I muttered as I brought the glass to my lips. The rum didn’t smell overpowering; maybe I misjudged the amount of alcohol she poured. The fruity concoction of pineapple and orange danced across my tongue as the liquid slid down my throat causing a slow burn. I closed my eyes, enjoying the taste, although it was a bit stronger than I wanted. Izzy tipped my cup. “Drink up, girl. We have a big night ahead of us.” I batted her hand away, pulling the cup from my lips. “Last time I drank too much I ended up in your brother ’s bed.” I smiled, my body warming at the memory. If I hadn’t been tipsy that night, I would’ve been a total mess the first time I saw him naked. The man had a kickass body and don’t even get me started on his piercing. If I had been stone cold sober, I probably would’ve run out of the room screaming once that caught my eye. Even to this day, I get a thrill looking at him naked. “You’re a dirty whore and we all know it.” Sophia nudged me, cackling like a loon. “Am not,” I said, my cheeks heating as I glared at her.
“Suzy,” Izzy interrupted, “you’re with us, your girls. You can drop the good girl bullshit. We know you’re a closet freak. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be with my brother.” Izzy laughed. A knock on the door saved me from the conversation. One by one Izzy and Sophia’s friends and mine from work poured into the door. My sister wouldn’t be here tonight. She said that she couldn’t get off work to be here in time for the bachelorette party. She’d make it for the rehearsal dinner. The girls in this room were more like family to me than my own flesh and blood anyway. I stood at the window, watching the sun kiss the horizon as I sipped my drink. I felt blessed, surrounded by loving women, marrying the man of my dreams, and officially becoming a member of the Gallo family. The ladies chatted and drank, their laughter filling the room. “Hey, you okay?” Sophia asked, standing at my side. “I’m just so happy, Soph. I never thought I could be this happy.” I turned to her, a sad smile on my face. “What’s the sad face for?” Her eyebrows drew together as she looked at me. “I’m not sad. I’m just thinking about what City and I have been through. I almost shut him out of my life by judging him. I would’ve never known the love I do now. Then the accident happened and he was almost ripped from my life forever.” I shook my head trying to force the sad memories from my mind. “I’m so happy right now…happier than I’ve ever been before. Is this as good as it gets?” I asked, grabbing her hand and squeezing. “Nah, there’s more good things to come.” She smiled, squeezing my hand. “Wait until you hold your first born in your arms. There’s nothing like it.” She smiled, releasing my hand. “I’m proud of you.” My eyebrows shot up at her words. “For what?” She giggled, covering her mouth. “For staying with City. I know he scared the hell out of you. I know how OCD you are with your lists–even that fucking list of your husband requirements. You threw them out the window and took a chance for once. You listened to your heart and not your head. When I met him, I knew he was right for you.” She wrapped her arms around me. “Now, let’s stop talking sad shit and party our asses off. I have a night without Jet and Kayden. I want to get drunk and enjoy a night without baby food on my clothes.” I chuckled and squeezed her. “I love you, Sophia. For you, I’ll party like it’s 1999.” “God, you’re such a dork.” She said as she laughed, holding me by the arms, shaking her head. “But I love you. I don’t know why, but I do.” “Bitches, I better see you two drinking a little quicker,” Izzy said as she grabbed my glass and looked inside. “Let me refill this. Sophia, want more?” Sophia held her cup out, shaking it. “Feels a bit light to me. Another Jack and Coke please.” She handed the cup to Izzy. “And I’ll–” I started to say as she started to walk away. “Got it, light on the alcohol,” Izzy yelled over her shoulder. “Gifts! Let’s do gifts,” Sophia said, pulling on my arm. I loved presents. It’s not that I was materialistic; I just never had the type of family where the gifts were piled higher than me. I always received a couple small gifts for my birthday or Christmas. My family decided to draw names for Christmas that year. Just when I thought it couldn’t be more
depressing, bam, wrong again. “Okay,” I said, nodding, trying to hide my excitement. Sophia clapped, drawing everyone’s attention. “It’s time for presents!” she yelled, pulling me toward the couch. I sat down on the large U-shaped sectional in the middle of the living room that faced the windows. Everyone fit snuggly on the couch as I opened each gift one by one. I felt slightly uncomfortable being the center of attention. I liked to blend in to the background, but I knew the entire weekend would be filled with uncomfortable moments. I was the bride and as such, I’d definitely be the center of attention. “Open mine next,” Sophia said, holding out a pretty pink box with a giant white bow. I opened six presents so far and they’d all been lingerie and nighties to wear for City. He’d love them, but I knew most likely one or two would get ripped. The man was a brut. Pulling it from her grasp, I smiled nervously, unsure of what was inside. With Sophia, it could be romantic to downright dirty. “I don’t trust you,” I said, placing the box on my lap and pulling on the ribbon. She chuckled, covering her mouth. “I wouldn’t either.” I stilled my hand, looking up at her with a glare. “Do I want to open this in public?” She nodded, her smile growing larger. “You do. Don’t be a baby and open it already,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. I pulled the ribbon, letting the white material fall away from the present before tearing into the shiny pink paper. When I opened the box, I gasped and put the lid back on. “Sophia,” I said, trying not to laugh. “You have to show us,” Izzy said as she stood. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and held it up to take a picture. “Come on, Suzy. We’re all girls here. Don’t be a pussy” I sighed, realizing I wouldn’t win the battle. “Fine,” I said, opening the lid and grabbing the first object. Fuckin’ Sophia. I held it up and listened to the whistles and giggles. “What the fuck is that?” Mia asked. “That, my dear,” Izzy said, snapping a photo, “when assembled, is a spreader bar.” Izzy giggled and snapped another picture. My face grew flush, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never had a problem keeping them open for City.” I winked at Sophia. She and I always swapped stories about sex. Before City came into my life, sex had always been bland and boring. I lived vicariously through her and always went to her for advice. “Oh, I know. You’ve turned into quite the little sex kitten since meeting City. This gift may seem like it’s for you, but it’s really for him.” Sophia smiled and looked very pleased with herself. “Next.” “Whore,” I mumbled as I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. “I don’t want to think of you using any of this shit with my brother. I can never look at you two in the eye again. I know too much. Too much, I tell you.” Izzy snapped another photo before taking a seat at the end of the couch. I quickly pulled out the other objects, crotchless panties and a crop, and held them up before dropping them back in the box. The crop was the one I always wanted and admired. It had a heart
made of leather on the end. I just loved the look of it, but it had to sting like a mother when hit with it. Knock. Knock. “Oh,” Izzy said, jumping from the couch. “There’s my gift. I had to have it delivered.” I looked at Sophia and she shrugged. Motherfuckers. I knew they wouldn’t listen when I said no strippers. I hung my head, rubbing my face, as I heard the door open. “Why, hello there officer,” Izzy said. She giggled and backed away from the door. For the love of God—I wanted to kill her right then. “I heard there’s a disturbance up here. I’m here to investigate,” the man who obviously wasn’t a cop, said as he looked around the room. I thought for a moment that I was in a movie. Cop stripper comes to the door and then the real party starts. The last thing I wanted in the world was someone other than my fiancé touching me. “She’s right over there—the blonde in the middle. She’s a real handful.” Izzy looked at me with a smile and winked. I blushed, all eyes turning on me as he started the little CD player he had in his hand. The girls started to scream, scrambling from the couch. I sat alone, leaning back, and crossed my arms over my chest. He handed the CD player to Sophia as he approached me. He stalked toward me, untucking his shirt and shaking his hips. Izzy held her phone in our direction. “Don’t you fucking dare take a photo of this,” I warned. The last thing I needed was this getting into City’s hands. He wasn’t a jealous man, he knew I was his, but still there would be a sting. “You’re such a kill joy,” Izzy said as she shoved the phone in her pocket. “Bad Ass” by Kid Ink played as the stripper tried his best to seduce me. He wasn’t bad looking— blond hair, thin but muscular and beautiful brown eyes. He ripped his shirt open, exposing a hairless chest. He turned, shaking his ass in my face as he ripped off his pants. Was he twerking? I wanted to laugh but I didn’t want to be rude. He was trying hard to impress me but he wasn’t my City. I uncrossed my arms, letting them fall into my lap, as I watched him shake his ass. He turned and I came face to face with his cock, thankful it was tucked neatly in a G-string. Wouldn’t work for City and his well-endowed package. “Smile for shit’s sake. At least pretend to have a good time,” Sophia whispered in my ear. “As soon as he’s done with you the rest of the girls will get their shot at him.” I turned to her and glared, but did as she said. I smiled and pretended to enjoy myself. My stomach flipped when he sat on my lap and started rubbing against my chest. He nuzzled his face in my hair as he scooted forward and all I could think about was City, and how he loved being wrapped in my gold locks. His small, semi-erect dick touched my stomach and I cringed. I closed my eyes, thinking about something other than what was happening. “Hey,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry, the song is almost over.” I opened my eyes and blew out a breath. I couldn’t be the only ambushed bride in this uncomfortable situation. “Thanks,” I whispered and smiled. His words put me at ease and helped settle my nerves knowing
the torture was almost done. When the song ended, he grabbed my chin, kissing me on the cheek. My eyes grew wide as I pulled my head back, letting his fingers fall from my chin. He smiled sweetly and turned his attention to Mia sitting next to me. I sighed, happy that it was over and I could relax. I stood on wobbly legs and approached Izzy. She couldn’t stop laughing. “Happy with yourself?” I asked with my hands on my hips. “Very.” She laughed louder. “You’re done now, Suzy Q. Drink up. Let the other girls enjoy him for a while. We’ll head down to the party around the pool in a bit.” “I need the entire bottle of rum to forget the feel of him against my body.” My body shook remembering foreign skin against mine. “Well, good thing for you I brought extra. Help yourself,” she said with a grin, motioning toward the temporary bar with her head and wiggling her eyebrows. “I’m still pissed at you,” I said as I pointed my finger at her and glared. “You love me, don’t bullshit yourself.” She kissed my cheek and walked toward the gaggle of girls stuffing ones in the strippers G-string. Grabbing my phone off the table, I checked my messages. Nothing. City and I hadn’t spent much time apart since the motorcycle accident and I missed him. I didn’t want to be the clingy annoying fiancée, but I couldn’t help myself, I sent him a text. Me: Having fun? I set my phone down and grabbed the bottle of rum and poured half a glass. I didn’t know how much to put in a Bahama Mama, but it looked like the same amount Izzy poured earlier. I added the juices and watched the color change to a salmon pink after the grenadine splash. It was as pretty as it was tasty. I sipped it, sitting down at the dining room table and waited for his reply. City: Miss you, sugar. That was a vague and cagey reply. He didn’t say if he was or was not having fun. I didn’t want to know what the boys had planned for him tonight. No one would tell me anyway or any of the girls for that matter. I sent him a quick message as I watched the bump and grind show taking place on the sectional. Me: Miss you too. Sophia sat down next to me and frowned. “Why are you over here and not over there with the rest of the party?” She tilted her head and chewed on her bottom lip. “Just rather watch that hot mess than participate. I could ask you the same thing. Why aren’t you coping a feel?” I raised my eyebrow and challenged her. I didn’t need an answer. She felt the same why I did. “Hell no. I don’t need someone pawing at me. I’m here to have a girls’ night, not stare at his tiny junk.” I choked on my drink, and wiped the liquid off my chin. “You noticed that too, huh?” I asked. She laughed, throwing her head back and relaxing in the chair. “Gotta be blind not to. You ready to be Mrs. Joseph Gallo?” “Yeah, I’m excited, but you know I don’t like too much attention.”
“Well, you’re going to be the center of attention here and there this weekend. Might as well get used to it.” She grabbed her solo cup, downing the last remnants of her drink. “At least City will be by my side.” I checked my phone, but there wasn’t a new message. Izzy ripped the phone from my hand. “Oh, no. This is a man free night. This is all about us celebrating and partying our asses off. No phones, no Joe. Got it?” “You’re a bitch,” I said as she shoved my phone in her back pocket. “If this is your idea of celebration than you’re not who I thought you were, Izzy.” I stuck my tongue out. “This is the pre-party. The real fun starts downstairs. The nightclub opened an hour ago. No good club starts until eleven. Keep your granny panties on. We’ll be going shortly. Keep drinking.” She gave me a cocky grin and walked away. “I love her,” Sophia said, getting up to refill her cup. “You would,” I mumbled before downing the last of my Bahama Mama, a slow burn sliding down my throat and spread throughout my body. Mia sat in the chair Sophia had been in. “It’s nice to finally get a night away from the guys, isn’t it?” she asked, smiling before she took a sip of her drink. “I guess so. I love City, but I love my girls too.” “There’s nothing wrong with that, Suzy. It’s good to have some time apart. I’ve spent as much time with anyone as I do with Michael. I mean I love him, fuck most days I can’t get enough of him, but I needed tonight,” Mia said as she leaned back in the chair, resting her head against the high chair back. “Are things okay with you two?” I asked, concerned about them. I loved Mike and adored Mia. I wanted them around and loved any time we were all able to hang out. Between all of our work schedules, it wasn’t easy. “Yeah, things are great. Sometimes we get in arguments, but that’s when he wants to pull his man bullshit and I eventually put him in his place.” She laughed, bringing the cup to her lips. “Gallo men are a breed their own.” “Yeah, no truer words have ever been spoken.” “Are you ready for the wedding?” she asked me, tilting her head and twirling the cup in her hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” “You have that need for control like Mike. It’ll go off without a hitch, Suzy. Every Gallo will make sure it does. I’ll help too. I’ll do anything you need that day.” “Thanks so much, Mia. I just want it to be perfect.” “Perfection is overrated,” she said, smiling at me. “On my wedding day, I don’t think it is,” I said, my stomach turning at the thought of anything going wrong. “Suzy, it’s life’s imperfections that stand out and make memories. They’re what great stories are made of and we’ll tell them over and over again. Imperfections make the world more interesting. Think of about your relationship with City, how you began. Was it perfect?” I shook my head, the power of her words calming my rumbling stomach. “Hardly. We hit some bumps along the road.”
“Does it make your love story less worthy or the journey less sweet?” Mia asked. “No, it makes me hold on tighter thinking of what I could’ve lost.” “Perfection isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Just enjoy the day. All that matters is that you’re husband and wife at the end of it all. Not if the cake was perfect or if the seating chart was right. Just Joe and you becoming one.” I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her. “You’re right, Mia. Everything else is trivial. Thank you for your kind words. I couldn’t have picked a more perfect person for Mike.” “There’s that perfect word again. I’m far from it, but we’re a good fit,” she said, hugging me back. “Now, I’m ready to party my ass off with the girls and worry about the men and wedding later. You in?” she asked, releasing me. “All in. Let’s do it,” I said, standing to find Izzy and Sophia. I was ready to dance. Clearly, I had too much to drink.
Chapter 6 ~ Making My Mark “I can’t believe that shit can even be done,” Anthony said, holding his stomach as he laughed. “She has mad skills,” Mike shook his head, all of us still stunned. “When she shot that thing out of her pussy, I almost shit a brick.” Anthony scrubbed his hand across his face, shaking his head. “A ping pong ball. Jesus Christ, I’ll never be able to see anyone play that fucking game again.” Mike grabbed the beer from the cup holder and downed it. We were safely on the limo bus after a rather interesting trip to some shit ass dive strip club in Tampa. It wasn’t my idea of a good time, but since Mike and Anthony planned the entire night, I sat back and tried to enjoy the ride. I felt guilty watching strippers knowing that Suzy was off enjoying a peaceful night with the girls. Izzy promised me that they were just going for drinks and maybe dancing and that they’d be staying in a hotel room so they wouldn’t drink and drive. “Why the fuck aren’t you talking?” Bear said as he nudged Tank. I shook my head, laughing at the mix of guys on this bus. For some unknown reason, Mike and Anthony decided to invite Bear, Tank, and a few other guys from the Neon Cowboy. They knew each other from Inked since they were not only friends but also clients. “I’m talking. Just listening about the pussy show.” I glared at Bear and then looked at Tank, tilting my head while I studied his face. “What the fuck is that smirk for?” “You’re so pussy whipped.” Tank tipped his glass, his smirk turning into a smile. The corner of his eyes wrinkled as he chuckled and took a swig of beer. “Fuck off,” I growled. “I’m not pussy whipped. Why look at ground meat when I have grade A platinum pussy at home? I know you boys don’t know the difference.” I smirked, looking to Mike. “Not you brother, you get the good shit too. You know what I mean.” He smiled, nodding. “I do, but I am still in disbelief. Mia better never shoot anything out of that pussy. Shit’s too good to ruin with a ping pong ball or anything other than my dick, fingers, and tongue,” Michael said, making a V with his fingers and tonguing the void. “Clearly you’ve had too much to drink,” I said, looking at him, unable to contain my laughter. “Two fuckin’ pussy whipped bastards. You sure you two still have your balls attached?” Bear slapped his knee. “Why don’t you suck my dick and find out, motherfucker?” I smirked as Bear stilled and gagged. “You’re just jealous, plain and simple.”
He mumbled, bringing the bottle to his lips. “You know I’ve always been fond of Sunshine. Couldn’t be pussy whipped over a better girl.” “We’re here,” the driver called out as the limo-bus stopped in front of a beachside hotel. “What the fuck are we doing here?” I looked out the tinted windows confused by the destination. I didn’t think we’d end the evening at a hotel. We’d already seen the strippers, so I didn’t think that awaited us inside. “Shepard’s has the best fuckin’ nightclub in the St. Pete. Get your old grumpy ass up and let’s dance.” Anthony stood, taking the glass from my hand. “One, I don’t fuckin’ dance without my woman. Two, don’t ever touch my beer. Three, this wasn’t supposed to be a night for you to find a piece of ass,” I said as I climbed off the limo bus. “Fine, you drink and stew in your moodiness while the rest of us enjoy the ladies, right men?” Anthony pumped his fist, his body shaking with excitement. “Right?” Michael cleared his throat, looking away from Anthony. “I’m with Joe. I’d rather drink and bullshit than look at any other women. Mia would have my balls in a sling if I even thought about looking at another woman. I’ll hang with my brother while you bastards find your next victims.” He laughed as he walked by and slapped me on the shoulder. “I got your back,” he said softly so only I could hear. “More for us,” Tank said, heading toward the door. “Yeah, this looks like your type of place, Tank.” I shook my head. “The girls are going to run away screaming from your ass.” The warm air of the Florida night felt good against my skin. The salty smell of the air and the gentle breeze of the ocean were soothing. “I’ll show them what a real man looks like. They’re too used to these pansy ass boys that pluck their eyebrows and wax their body hair. They need a little Tank in their life. What the fuck are those douchebags called again?” I rolled my eyes. The man was clearly full of himself. “Yeah, I’m sure they do. How the fuck am I supposed to know what they’re called?” “Metrosexuals,” Bear said, giving a week smile. “What the fuck?” I said, totally in shock. I never ever in a million years though Bear would know that fucking term. A big burly biker like him should not know that term. “You reading Vogue magazine or some shit?” I raised an eyebrow, studying his face. His cheeks turned pink as he looked at the ground. “I have sisters, asshole. Their boyfriends are metrosexuals. Beats the fuck outta me. They throw the term around like it’s the most glorious thing. Someday they’ll figure out what they’re missing being with such a pussy.” I laughed along with the rest of the guys. “Had us worried there for a second,” Tank said, smacking Bear in the back of the head. “I was about to do a dick check.” “I know you’ve always wanted to get your hands on my cock, Tank. I don’t swing that way. Sorry, buddy.” I smiled as we walked through the lobby. I had the best friends and brothers in the whole fucking world. Before Anthony pushed open the doors to the pool, the glass panes started to shake from the bass of the music on the other side. “Ready boys?” Anthony asked, looking like he was about to enter a little piece of Heaven.
“Just open the fuckin’ doors already,” I growled. He nodded, pushing open both doors at once. We took two steps and stopped dead to take in the sight before us. Girls in bikinis, skimpy dresses, and various other tiny barely there clothing writhed and danced to the beat of the techno music. “Wow, I’ve been missing out at that hick bar,” Tank said, his voice filled with disbelief. “Neon Cowboy women do not look like that.” Bear held his hand out, moving it up and down, motioning toward the crowd and licked his lips. “There sure as fuck something to be said for city girls.” Tank headed toward the crowd, winding his way through the ladies. At least Tank and Bear didn’t come in their camo or some other redneck attire. They wore clean denim jeans, black t-shirts, and boots. We looked like the redneck biker version of the Rat Pack. Our tats were clearly visible on our arms—metrosexuals we most definitely were not. “Bar,” I growled, pulling Tank off the back of some chick. He had her by the hips and she was pushing back against him with a big smile on her face. “What the fuck, man? I was enjoying myself.” “She had a ring on her finger, dumbass,” I yelled over the loud music. “Who cares? I was looking to hit it and quit it.” He laughed, making a smacking motion while thrusting his hips. “Shots. We need them in mass quantities.” Bear threw a fifty on the bar. “That won’t get you far here, Bear.” Michael threw an extra fifty on top. “This isn’t the Podunk bar you’re used to. This is the city and everything is three times as much.” We leaned against the bar studying the dance floor like a scene from Saturday Night Live as we waited for our tequila shots and beers. I reached in my pocket for my phone as panic started to set in. Fuck. “What’s wrong, Joe?” Michael asked, resting his hand on my shoulder. “I don’t have my phone. Suzy’s going to be pissed if I don’t text her back.” “I got it in my pocket. You’ll get it back tomorrow. Tonight it’s all about us and not our ladies. She’ll be fine. It’s her party night too. Trust me, those girls have her too busy to even bother looking at their phones. So chill the fuck out and drink.” Mike shoved the tequila shot under my nose as a smile crept across his face. “You’re right.” I grabbed the drink from his hand and turned toward the guys. “What are we drinking to?” I asked, raising the glass. “Platinum pussy and unlimited blow jobs.” Anthony clinked his glass to mine as all the guys joined in with a laugh. I grimaced as I downed the liquid. Tequila and I were never friends. We slammed the shot glasses on the bar, grabbing our beer to wash it down. “Another,” Tank said, motioning to the bartender. “Same,” he yelled as the man approached. “Gonna be one of those nights, huh?” I said, sipping my beer as I looked around. The setting was amazing. Suzy would love it here. She didn’t like to dance when I met her, but when we were on the dance floor together, our bodies moved as if they’d known each other a lifetime.
She knew how to move, but being with me gave her the confidence to feel uninhibited in the sack and in a club. “Earth to Joe.” Bear tapped me in the head, annoying the shit out of me. I swatted his hand, ready to tear his finger off and turned toward him. “You wanna lose that finger?” I smirked, moving into his personal space. “Shut the fuck up and drink, shithead.” Bear pushed my chest, knocking me back a step. Grabbing the drink off the bar, I slammed it back, enjoying the warmth. “Ahh, another,” I said as I put the glass down, turning to see everyone’s mouth agape. “What?” “Jesus, you’re going to be shitfaced. Pace yourself, brother.” Michael threw back his drink, calling the bartender over. We spent the next hour laughing and drinking. We talked about women. Michael and I spoke of our girls while Tank, Bear, and Anthony talked about their plethora of pussy. The stark contrast of the caliber of pussy the three of them enjoyed was astounding. I knew the club bitches Tank and Bear spent their nights with and I wasn’t too impressed. They could do better and hell, they deserved more. They may be rough around the edges, but they were good, honest men. Anthony was just Anthony. He was a manwhore to the nth degree enjoying life a little too loosely. I couldn’t blame the guy, but at some point, you have to give up the chase and enter the adult world. “Here,” Anthony said, nudging me. “You look a little lost in thought or you’re already shit faced.” He laughed, pushing the glass of amber liquid in front of me. “I’m not even close to being shitfaced.” “I want to do a special toast,” Michael said, holding up his glass, waiting for us to follow suit. As we raised our glasses, holding them together, he spoke. “To Thomas. He couldn’t be here again, but this one’s for him.” He frowned, his eyes glistening a little in the club light. “To the best God damn brother out there. May he stay safe and come back to us in one piece.” A weak smile formed on his face as he brought the glass to his lips. My chest felt tight thinking about Thomas. I wanted him to be here to celebrate this weekend with us, but he had gone too far under at this point. We were on a no contact basis the last few months. We could check in with his superior, but beyond that, we hadn’t heard from him. “Way to bring a party down,” I said, shaking my head. “To Thomas.” I downed the tequila before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked at Anthony and his eyes were the size of saucers. He wasn’t moving, the shot in front of his lips, frozen in place. “What the fuck man?” I asked, turning to see what caught his attention. What the fuck? My heart started to hammer, my mind racing as I fisted my hands at my side. There’s no fucking way. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the image, hoping it was an optical illusion. Fuck, it wasn’t. Across the pool danced my bride-to-be with some motherfucker doing the bump-n-grind. I moved forward, but a hand stopped me, clamping down on my arm. “Don’t cause a scene, City,” Bear said, griping me tightly. I looked down at his hand, a growl starting deep in my throat. “That’s my woman. No one, and I mean no one, puts their hands on her.” Pulling my arm from his grip, I stalked across the pool,
cracking my neck and preparing for the shit storm that was about to happen. Sophia stopped dancing, her mouth hanging open as she nudged Izzy, motioning to me with her head. “Fuck.” Izzy mouthed, shaking her head, her eyes growing wide. With Suzy’s back to me, I grabbed the asshole groping Suzy’s collar, removing him from my fiancée. Suzy turned slowly, all the color draining from her face as her eyes found mine. “Fuck off,” I growled, pushing him away as I tried to restrain myself. “You fuck off, asshole. I’m dancing with the beautiful blonde. She ain’t yours.” He moved forward, standing toe to toe with me. I snarled, moving closer to his face. “She’s my motherfucking fiancée. You had your shitty ass hands all over her.” “City,” Suzy said, grabbing my arm. “Baby.” I pushed her away, not looking in her direction. “You need to back the fuck off and go find some other pussy. This one is mine,” I roared, grabbing his shirt pulling him closer to my face. “I didn’t hear her say no when I started dancing with her, motherfucker.” His words were slightly slurred as tiny droplets of his spit hit my face as he spoke. “Her ass felt so good in my hands.” “City,” Bear said, touching my shoulder. “Not here, man.” “What did you just say?” I asked, tightening my grip. “Her ass…you can bounce a quarter off that shit.” His mouth slowly turned up into a cocky ass grin. As I released him, I pushed him back and swung. I connected with his jaw, the bones crunching under my knuckles. His arms flailed as he fell to the ground and grasped his face. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself, dickhead.” I spit on the ground next to him. “Worthless piece of shit.” He dragged his hand across his lips, wiping the blood that had trickled out of his mouth. I fisted my hands at my side, waiting to see if he’d retaliate, but he stood slowly and walked away. Pussy. Bear patted me on the back. “Can’t say the asshole didn’t deserve it.” “He deserved more. If we were at the Neon Cowboy I would have beat him unconscious, but here it’s like a damn show.” I looked around the crowd that had gathered. People were smiling and laughing and looked impressed. Such is city life at a club. They just wanted to see someone get their ass kicked. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breath before turning to see Suzy. Her arms were crossed and her head cocked as she glared at me. “You’re such a caveman. Does everything require violence?” She snarled. I’d never seen Suzy so pissed off. She had no fucking right to be pissed. I was defending her honor, my soon-to-be-bride. “You’re pissed at me?” I asked with a confused look. “Why the fuck are you pissed off at me? You’re the one letting him manhandle you.” Her glare turned ice cold as she walked toward me. Her hands dropped to her side as she stopped in front of me. “You knock a guy on his ass and you want to know why I’m pissed off?” She poked me in the chest, her nail digging into my skin. “It’s my bachelorette party and I was having some
harmless fun. What the fuck is wrong with you?” She smacked me in the chest, trying to push me backward. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. “Some asswad has his hands on my woman and I’m just supposed to what? Tap him on the fucking shoulder and say may I cut in? No, I’m going to confront that shithead and do what I have to do. I’m the one that’s pissed and rightfully so. You let him touch you. What the fuck happened to faithfulness?” I released her arm as her eyes flickered to the ground. Her eyes returned to mine filled with anger and hurt. “I was being faithful, you big dumb oaf. It’s a bachelorette party and I’m here with your sister. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. You’re just being your difficult, overprotective self.” She shook her head. “You always want to solve things with your fists. We’re not twelve anymore, City.” “Sugar, I’ll protect you until my last breath. I don’t share, not now and not ever. You’re mine and only mine. No one is allowed to put their hands on you, no matter the situation.” I grabbed her by the waist, drawing her to my body. “Maybe I’m being harsh, but the thought of someone else touching you just pisses me off. I tried to control myself, but the prick had to keep running his mouth.” I touched her cheek, holding her face in my hand. Her face softened as she leaned into my touch. “He did. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and we’re just having some harmless fun.” I leaned in, hovering just above her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as I inhaled in the smell of Suzy. The scent wasn’t right. “What the fuck?” I sniffed her cheek and neck. She had a sweaty musky scent on her skin. “Why do you smell like a man?” Her eyes flew open and grew wide. “What are you talking about?” she whispered. “You smell like another man’s been pawing you. That jagoff didn’t touch your face. Why the hell does your face and neck smell like someone else?” My heart started to pound sporadically, my chest felt hollow except for the flutter of my heart. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t touched anyone.” She grabbed my shirt, holding me to her. “Like fuck you haven’t. I can smell him.” Nausea overcame me as the realization that Suzy had been that close to another man. Maybe she wasn’t the woman I always thought she was. “City, I haven’t touched anyone. You’re making shit up.” I backed away, dropping my hand from her cheek. “I find you with some guy with his hands all over you and now I can smell someone all over your skin. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself or are you just going to deny it?” She looked to the sky and back to me, her eyes glistening in the light. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” she yelled, her hands fisted at her side. I shook my head, feeling my heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. The thought of her cheating on me made me feel like death would be preferable. I didn’t want to look at her anymore. I couldn’t take the lies or the dull ache in my chest. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered, looking over her. I couldn’t stomach looking in her eyes anymore. “City,” she pleaded, reaching for my arm. I recoiled, moving my body out of reach. “No, not this time, sugar. I need some time to myself,” I said as I turned my back to her.
I didn’t want to see the hurt on her face. I didn’t have to look at her to know it was there, but I was too pissed off to stick around and talk about it. I needed to get away and cool off. “Bro, where ya going?” Michael said, stepping in front of me. “I need to be alone, brother. I’m taking a cab home,” I said, trying to control my breathing. I closed my eyes and breathed out through my mouth before looking him in the eyes. “Come on. We have the party bus. We can go somewhere else.” Michael gave me a fake smile. “Fuck that. I’m going home. Take the party bus and enjoy the night. Tell Suzy to stay here with the girls. I need to be alone tonight.” I walked around him, leaving them behind. I found a cab and headed home. I tried to process how the night went so terribly wrong. Did I overreact? Probably. Did someone touch my fiancée? Most definitely. Could we be fixed? Only time would tell. I closed my eyes; the blur of palm trees made my head hurt more than it already did. I thought about everything we’d been through in the last year. Suzy lost her good girl image and stole my heart. I wrecked on my bike and almost died. The woman nursed me back to health and waited on me hand and foot. It may have been a bachelorette party, but the shit still stung. My over active imagination and the words the cocksucker spoke was like a punch to the gut. I knew my Suzy. She wouldn’t cheat, but the thought of someone else touching her made my stomach hurt and my heart ache. I literally pushed Suzy away and turned my back on her. I let my anger rule instead of using my head. I reacted without thinking and would have to deal with it tomorrow. I rubbed my face, wishing I could wash it all away and go back in time. I’d been a total dumb fuck and there would be a heavy price to pay and most likely groveling. I wasn’t one to grovel and beg, but this was my sugar. I’d do anything for her, to keep her, and make her mine. The closer I got to the house, our house, the more I knew I fucked up. After paying the cab driver and walking up the driveway, I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. Not a message since I left her. Me: I’m sorry. I love you. The house was eerily quiet. It had been quiet before, but tonight it was deafening. Suzy was missing. Her joy and laughter usually filled the space. The girl was a damn chatterbox at times and as I walked to the bedroom I realized how much I missed it—how much I missed her. The stillness of our house made me feel uneasy. I wanted my woman in our bed with me. I wanted to hear her giggle as I whispered in her ear before she fell asleep. She was the sunshine in my day; she softened me and filled my life with happiness. I emptied my pockets, placing my wallets and keys on my nightstand. I removed my clothes, the stench of the clubs clinging to the fabric as I tossed them to the floor. No reply from Suzy as I crawled in bed, laying the cell phone next to me. I didn’t want to miss her message. I stared at the ceiling, watching the fan create moving shadows in the darkness. For the first time in months, I felt completely alone. Fuck, maybe I was pussy whipped.
Chapter 7 ~Macho Bullshit Fuming. It’s the only word I could use to describe what I felt. City had always been a little on the impulsive side, but tonight put the fucking icing on the cake. How could he think I had been unfaithful? I told Izzy no strippers, but did she listen? Of course not, when does she ever listen to anyone? I had too much to drink, but I was still in control. I wasn’t sloppy drunk, just at that point where everything was wonderful and nothing got me down. Well, nothing until Mr. ‘She’s Mine’ Caveman killed the party. When the guy that City laid out tried to dance with me, I said no and pushed him away. Izzy intervened. Fucking Izzy, said it was my last night and every girl had the right to dance with whomever they wanted before they’re officially off the market. I didn’t see any harm in it. It was just a dance and nothing more. My girls surrounded me and they would never let anything happen to me. Furthermore, I don’t cheat. It’s not in my nature. I’m madly in love with City. I don’t mean just that type of comfortable love. I’m talking that take my breath away, make my stomach flip type of love that I couldn’t imagine being without. But, and this is a huge but, could I deal with his testosterone-laced fist throwing macho bullshit for the rest of my life? If I answered the questions based solely on the amount and way I loved him, the answer would be yes. If I used my brain and really thought about City and his quickness to stake his claim and scare anyone with a cock away from me, the answer would be, “I honestly don’t know.” He said that’s his way of protecting me and it’s how he’s built. The night I was attacked at the Neon Cowboy, his level of protection increased and became almost stifling at times. Somehow I managed to survive the first twenty-something years of my life without his watchful eye and brute fists. The trauma we endured during our relationship didn’t help matters. My assault and then almost losing him in the motorcycle accident—they were events that put a strain on our emotions but brought us closer together. The night we sat in the hospital waiting to hear if he would survive was the longest night of my life. I couldn’t form a coherent thought until Mia told us that he’d survive. I felt like my world was ending. I didn’t have control and I hated it. Control is something I strived to maintain. I made my lists and planned everything out. Having City’s life hanging in the balance and relying on someone else to make him better was maddening. I didn’t think I could ever get mad at him again, but here we are. City walked off and left without talking to me. He didn’t want to believe anything I had to say. He jumped to his crazy ass conclusions and stalked off.
My mind was hazy as I sat on the barstool and watched the club moving to music that was muffled in my ears. I couldn’t process anything but my thoughts of City and what the fuck just happened. “Suzy, let’s go upstairs, babe.” Sophia grabbed my elbow, trying to get me to stand. “No,” I whispered, not ready to move. “Come on, I’ll go with you. Let’s get out of here so we can talk,” she said as she brushed my hair off my shoulder. I looked at her with blurred vision; a line of tears sitting in my eyes hadn’t yet fallen. “What’s there to talk about? He walked out on me.” “Now listen to me, woman. He loves you and you love him. You both have been drinking and the scene went south quick. You know that isn’t how City is, babe.” I blinked, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks. “That’s exactly how he is, Sophia. I don’t know if I can deal with that forever.” My voice cracked as I wiped my cheeks. “Up ya go, sugarplum, upstairs for you. You’ve obviously had more to drink than I thought if you’re questioning your future with this man.” She grabbed me around the waist, helping me stand on steady feet. “Fine, Soph, but only because I could use a little peace and quiet. There’s no one else I can talk to about him and get an honest opinion but you. They’re all related or partial to the Gallo family.” My legs felt rubbery as we walked past the dance floor and made our way to the outside elevators. “Thanks, Sophia.” I smiled at her. She was my best friend, the only person in the world that knew everything about me. We’d been through too much together to not be able to read each other like an open book. She smiled back at me but didn’t say a word as we entered the elevator. I sagged against the wall, trying to keep my balance as it was ascending to the top floor. As soon as we walked into the suite, I kicked off my shoes and threw myself on the couch. Wrapping paper, boxes, sex toys, and lingerie were strewn around the room. Partially empty glasses, bottles of liquor and champagne sat on the coffee table. The night started with so much promise. “Alright, beautiful. Spill your guts,” Sophia said as she sat down next to me and put my feet in her lap. God, I missed times like these. Sophia and I used to stay up late at night having talks about men and our problems. Life had changed so dramatically for both of us over the last two years. Being here with her, like this, made my broken heart long for the olden days. “Did you hear what he said to me?” I asked, nestling my head into the soft throw pillow. “I did. He was drunker than I’ve ever seen him.” “So what, are you saying I should give him a pass?” Shaking her head, she rested her hand on my chin. “Never. Fuck that. I’ve learned you can never give someone a free pass, but don’t throw it all away. Look, I fell in love with Kayden and Lord help me that man has been a whole heap of trouble. I should’ve been tougher on him and called him on his bullshit more. I paid the price, but I’ve learned and now we’re in a better place. You need to talk to City and tell him how you feel.” “He hurt me tonight, Sophia.” I closed my eyes, remembering how my stomach fell when he pushed me away.
“Physically?” Her eyebrows turned downward as her eyes snapped to my face. “No, he hurt my feelings. He basically said I cheated on him. The accusations stung.” The tears started to flow easier. His words finally sunk in and I’d processed the entire scene as if watching a bad movie. “He’s never been mean to me. Tonight he was just a plain asshole.” Sophia chuckled, covering her hand with her mouth. “What’s so funny?” I squinted at her, not understanding the humor of the situation. “I’m sitting here pouring out my soul and crying and you’re laughing. What the hell, Sophia?” “You said asshole like it was a word you used every day. Not so long ago you were using terms like ‘get the heck out of here’ and ‘you big b’. The shit just rolls off your lips like it’s been part of your vernacular for years.” She rubbed my leg, running her nails over my skin. “He’s a man, Suzy. They do not like to see their woman near other men. That guy said some nasty shit too. I’m surprised City didn’t beat the fuck out of him until he was unconscious.” I sighed, putting my arm over my eyes. “City changed me. I can’t deny it. He made it sound like I was a piece of property. I mean, why doesn’t he just piss on me like a dog marking his territory?” My eyes were heavy and burning. The tears and alcohol made it hard to keep them open. “Now you’re just being overdramatic. Let’s get you tucked into bed and see how you feel in the morning.” Sophia moved my legs to the couch and pulled me up by my arms. “A little help would be nice,” she said, as she tried to hold me in a sitting position. “I’m just so tired. Just leave me here.” I opened my eyes to look at her and quickly closed them after seeing she wasn’t amused. “Get your ass in that bed. All the drunk bitches will be back and they’ll wake you up.” I stood, using Sophia for leverage and wobbled. “Yes, Mom. You’re so damn bossy.” I smiled, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. “I’ve missed you, Soph. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She wrapped her arms around me embracing me in a tender hug. “You’d be at home making lists about lists.” She chuckled, releasing me and helping me toward the main bedroom. “You’re probably right. I was such a boring human being.” My voice had become quiet, almost mouse-like as sleep started to overcome me. “In you go, princess,” Sophia said as she pulled back the covers. I didn’t bother to get undressed. I just wanted to sleep. I wanted tonight to be over and deal with everything tomorrow. Grabbing an extra pillow, I turned on my side, tucking it into my body. I’d grown used to snuggling against City. I needed something to fill the void and the pillow was my only option. The lights turned off before I heard the click of the door as I drifted off into a restful sleep. All thoughts and worries disappeared as I dreamed about my City. His deep voice, ice blue eyes, and the feel of his arms wrapped around me. I could feel the love he had for me even in my dreams. He invaded every part of my life, became ingrained in my entire being. I loved him even subconsciously.
Chapter 8 ~ Groveling Doesn’t Make Me Weak I rolled over, feeling for my phone, but didn’t find it where I left it. Somehow, during the night I had pushed it under Suzy’s pillow. I tossed and turned, waking up feeling like I never slept a fucking wink. There were no new messages or calls on my phone and no word from Suzy or any of the girls. Bits and pieces started coming back to me as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I fucked up and I managed to do it royally. I left Suzy behind without so much as an “I love you”, just an accusation and shitty words. I had to fix it. I fucked up and I had to man up and say I’m sorry. I grabbed my head, the throbbing almost blinding as I climbed out of bed. The quiet from the night before that felt deafening now became overwhelming. I couldn’t sit around the house today and idly wait for Suzy to come home so that I could ask for her forgiveness. I had to go to her, find her, and mend the shattered pieces I made of our relationship. Leaning over the sink, I stared at myself in the mirror and was disgusted by the person looking back. I was better than this. The man that acted out last night wasn’t me. He was a jealous asshole and I’m a lovesick fool. I quickly showered and brushed my teeth before throwing on my jeans and t-shirt. I didn’t give a fuck what I looked like; I just had to get to Suzy. I barreled down the highway, making my way to the hotel. Izzy hadn’t replied to a text I sent her before I left. I kept the phone in my pocket on vibrate but it remained still. I weaved in and out of traffic, needing to not waste another minute away from Suzy. The closer I came to the hotel the more butterflies filled my stomach. What if she didn’t forgive me? I know I hurt her and I prayed that our love for each other could overcome the words of the previous night. As I shut off the bike, sitting in the parking lot of the Shepard’s Hotel, I texted the only person that may be awake at this hour – Sophia. It was only eight AM, but I was banking on her above anyone else. Me: Sophia, it’s City. I’m at the hotel and need to see Suzy. I walked toward the door, waiting for a reply, with the phone gripped tightly in my hand. A lump formed in my throat, worry hanging in the air so thick I could almost taste it. Sophia: Room 1215. She’s still passed out but I’ll let you in. You have a lot of sucking up to do. Sophia wasn’t a bullshitter and she was Suzy’s best friend. I knew no truer words were ever spoken. Me: I plan to do a lot of sucking up. I’ll do anything. Sophia: Anything? Me: Just open the damn door, woman.
Sophia: You better make it good. I’m waiting. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, stopping on every other floor to let off guests. Everyone had been downstairs enjoying the complimentary breakfast. When the bell chimed and the twelfth floor illuminated, I thought my heart literally stopped in my chest. Fisting my hands at my sides, I squeezed them, trying to release some tension. I lightly knocked, waiting for Sophia to answer, and swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry, my stomach ready to expel the last ounce of alcohol, and my heart was ready to burst from the rapid pounding in my chest. “Quiet,” Sophia said after she opened the door. “Follow me.” She motioned and led me through the suite. Izzy lay on the couch, passed out and oblivious to my presence. Someone else I didn’t recognize, mostly because they were face down, lay on the floor next to her. The hotel suite was a mess. Wrapping paper, boxes, clothes, and glasses were everywhere. The girls partied harder than I would’ve thought, but then again, this was Izzy’s doing and she didn’t do anything half-assed. Sophia stopped in front of the door to a bedroom and crossed her arms over her chest. “Now listen here, mister,” she said, poking me in the chest. I looked down at her boney finger, digging into my flesh, and smiled. The girl had balls and big ones at that. I loved Sophia for the simple fact that she’s Suzy’s friend, but she and I could’ve been friends if we had met first. She had the piss and vinegar that reminded me of my sister. She was fierce, loyal, and cared deeply. “She’s crushed and I haven’t seen her since I put her to bed last night. She loves you, City, and you better get down on your knees and beg for her forgiveness. Do whatever it takes.” “Yes, ma’am.” I nodded. She hadn’t told me anything I didn’t already know. “Don’t be a smartass,” she said, slapping me on the shoulder. “You made her feel trashy and like shit. You need to make her feel like the princess she deserves to be treated as. You’ve always done that for her. Made her feel good about herself. I was always your cheerleader even when she wasn’t sure about you. So don’t fuck this shit up.” “I got this.” Fuck, I really hoped I did. “You better, but I want to tell you a few things first. The guy she was dancing with, she didn’t want to dance with him. Not at all, but your sister told her it would be her last dance as a single girl and she couldn’t turn him down. She said some bullshit about bachelorette etiquette. Your sister can be very persuasive.” She paused, tapping her lip with her finger. “Fuck, she’s a pain in the ass.” I sighed, looking toward my sister passed out and dead to the world. “Second, the smell on her last night was the weirdo stripper your sister hired. Suzy told her more than once that she did not want a stripper under any circumstances. The guy came in and did a quick dance, but Suzy was totally uncomfortable. As soon as he realized that, he broke contact and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek when he was finished. She didn’t touch him at all and he didn’t do anything inappropriate.” She straightened her back, looking me straight in the eyes. “City, if you would’ve seen him you would’ve laughed. You’re like an Adonis compared to this man. You’re the only thing that has Suzy’s eyes and heart. Grovel, my friend, grovel.” She leaned over, kissing my cheek before she left me to enter the room. I stood there, staring at the door and closed my eyes. I’d been a complete tool. How in the fuck
did I even think Suzy would allow someone to touch her or that she’d been unfaithful? I knew Suzy inside and out, but I let my territorial bullshit get in the way. My heart ached at the thought that maybe I made our relationship fubar. Was it fucked up beyond repair? Had I crossed the line that she wouldn’t forgive? I’d listen to Sophia and beg for her forgiveness. Not as a sign of weakness, but because of the love I had for her. It was the only way I could fight for what I wanted most–Suzy. I opened the door slowly, trying not to startle Suzy. Sunlight streamed through the sheer drapes along the wall behind her bed. The rays cascaded across the floor, framing the bed and my bride to be. I stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her. Her long blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, making a halo and giving her an angelic look. My heart ached at the thought that I could possibly lose her. Maybe I fucked up so badly that she wouldn’t forgive me. Sometimes words are more painful than any physical harm inflicted by another person. Pain evaporates, but words last a lifetime, replaying in our memories and feeding on our insecurities. Her soft snores and heavy breathing mingled with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore below. She clung to a pillow, holding it against her chest, her arms tightly wound around it. Sitting on the bed, I tried to keep my movement to a minimum, not wanting to wake her just yet. She was mine and had been the only person I’d ever used that term with. No one else had a chance to capture my heart, but Suzy and all her sweetness bored into my heart like a cavity from too much sugar. I kicked off my shoes, needing to touch her, to hold her in my arms. My body ached for her. I didn’t feel comfortable in my skin without contact from her. I can’t explain it and I’d never voice it in front of the guys. They already thought I was a pussy whipped asshole. Grabbing the pillow, I pulled it from her arms, making sure she remained asleep. She didn’t move or twitch as her arms fell against her body. I threw the pillow on the floor, crawling under the covers next to her, and pulled her against my chest. Her breathing changed as she snuggled against me, burying her face against my shirt. I closed my eyes, enjoying the quiet moment and the feel of her in my arms. As soon as she realized I was here, there’d be hell to pay. I peppered kisses against her temple, brushing back the hair on her forehead as I inhaled the smell of the woman that had stolen my heart over a year ago. It wasn’t a pure scent; the alcohol she’d consumed the night before permeated her skin. If we had both been sober, last night wouldn’t have happened. Really, if I hadn’t consumed a few too many shots and seen someone touching what’s mine, then it wouldn’t have happened. Her body stiffened in my arms and I closed my eyes knowing the moment had been broken. “Suzy,” I whispered, trying to hide the fear in my voice. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with anger as she pushed against my chest. “Sugar, don’t push me away. I’m sorry.” I tightened my grip, holding her head against my chest. “I don’t want to talk to you.” She didn’t touch me or return my embrace. “Don’t talk then. Just let me talk while I hold you.” I held her tighter, resting my chin on top of her head as I wrapped my legs around hers. I caged her in, there was no escape and I had a captive audience. “I’m sorry I was an asshole last night.” I sighed, knowing my words weren’t enough to make up for my behavior. “More like a giant dickhead,” she interrupted, not sagging into my embrace like she normally did.
“Call me what you want. All the terms fit. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you last night. I had too much to drink but I’m in no way blaming the alcohol. I’m solely responsible for my actions. I fucked up, sugar. I didn’t mean to imply that you had been unfaithful to me. Seeing you with that guy and then smelling someone on you, pushed me over the edge.” I inhaled, winded from the words that I had said without stopping. I was too worried to break in the middle of my speech. “I would never do anything to risk our relationship, City,” she said, digging her fingernails into my bicep. “I know, sugar, I know.” I kissed the top of her head and resting my cheek against her silky golden hair. “Please forgive me. I have no other excuse except for the love I have for you. You’ve scrambled my brains. I’ve never felt as territorial or protective over someone like I do with you. When I see someone touching you, I want to rip their hands off and shove them down their throat. I control it most times.” “No you don’t.” Her laughter broke the tension, making me laugh. “Trust me, sugar, I do. I wasn’t going to hit the guy last night but he wouldn’t shut his fucking mouth. He kept talking shit and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I couldn’t stop myself from knocking him on his ass.” “City,” she said as she adjusted her body, looking into my eyes. Her lip trembled as she spoke. “I’m not upset about you hitting him. He deserved it. You hurt me by questioning my faithfulness. You made me feel dirty.” A single tear formed in the corner of her eye and slid along the bridge of her nose. I wiped the tear with the pad of my thumb, cradling her face in my palm. “I never want to make you feel that way. You’re the most pure and honest person I know, Suzette. I know you’re faithful and I never meant for it to sound otherwise. I’m sorry. You consume me and became a part of me. Your love is as vital to me as the air I breathe. The thought of losing you terrifies me.” To admit the last sentence scared the shit out of me. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life. My heart and happiness lay in her hands. “Promise me you’ll never make me feel that way again, City.” She blinked, causing a more tears to trickle down her cheek. The redness in her eyes made the blue even more breathtaking. “You’re the one person in the world that I thought would always have my back. I never expected you to treat me that way and I won’t stand for it. I refuse to be married to a man that treats me like that. If you do it again, I may not be so easy to find.” “I promise, Suzy. I will never act like that again. I love you more than anything in the world. I’d kill for you and give my life to save yours.” I enveloped her in my arms, squeezing her tightly against my body. “You’re everything to me and I will do everything in my power to show you how much you mean to me. I will spend every day showing you all the love I have for you and profess my love to you on my deathbed.” “Jesus, you’re so morbid. I promise, and ‘I’m sorry’ would’ve been enough.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around my body. “It takes more than two words to explain the amount of love I have for you, but right now, I rather show you.” I smirked, grabbing her chin and bringing her lips to mine. “Oh, how are you going to do that?” she asked with garbled words as she spoke against my lips. Breaking the kiss, I looked in her eyes. “I’m going to make love to my fiancée the day before our wedding.” Her breath hitched as her eyes searched mine. “Tomorrow you officially become Mrs.
Joseph Gallo.” “Why can’t you become Mr. Suzy McCarthy?” She giggled, rubbing her nose against my cheek. “Not how it works, sugar. I’m the man and you’re the woman, but you can call me whatever the hell you want when we’re in private.” I smirked, nipping her nose with my teeth. “Mmm, I like the sound of that.” A warm smile spread across her lips as her body melted into mine. I kissed her lips, gently prodding, trying to find her tongue. I wanted to taste her. “Suzy, why won’t you kiss me back?” Maybe her heart hadn’t caught up to her words. I prayed to fuck that was the case. When someone won’t kiss you and show you the love you want to convey, it’s like a stake to the heart. She covered her mouth with her hand. “I didn’t brush my teeth yet. I think a small furry animal died inside my mouth last night.” The corners of her mouth peeked out the sides of her hand, the smile touching her eyes. Laughter bubbled out of me, slow at first until my entire body was shaking as her words hit me. “Baby, I don’t care if you have bad breath. I won’t breathe through my nose.” I leaned my forehead against hers. She shook her head, moving her face farther away from mine with her hand still covering her mouth. “Not happening. Either I get up and brush my teeth or you don’t get a kiss until after.” “You feel this?” I asked, pushing my erection into her stomach. “I’m not waiting until you find your toothbrush and get lost in the bathroom. I need to feel you from the inside. I don’t give a fuck about your breath.” “I’m not going to kiss you.” She said firmly, her mouth set in a firm line. “Didn’t say anything about kissing you, sugar. I want to fuck you and I only care about your pussy right now.” I was done discussing the topic. I needed to be inside her and I needed it now. My body craved her and my heart needed her; I wasn’t in the mood to be patient.
Chapter 9 ~ The Chosen Life “I love when you talk dirty to me. You just want to mark your territory.” I smirked, watching him hop off the bed and unbutton his jeans. “You bet that sweet ass I’m marking it. I’m going to crawl so far up that pretty little pussy that I’ll ruin you for life.” He shucked his pants, kicking them to the side as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. What the man didn’t understand is that he already ruined me. I was destroyed, damaged goods and no one would ever compare to him. As hard and sexy as he was, the soft and loving side of City is what ultimately stole my heart. The man loved me so fiercely that no one could ever come close. The small looks he stole when he thought I wasn’t looking, the loving touches as I fell asleep, and the sweet nothings he whispered in my ear when he thought I was dreaming—those are the things I love most about him. I yawned, pretending to be unimpressed by his words and sexy as hell naked body. “Well, you can try anyway. I’ll let you know if your words ring true.” He grabbed the comforter, yanking it off my body before pulling me down the bed by my feet. I squealed; the quickness of his movements caught me off-guard. Pulling me off the bed in a standing position, he quickly dispelled me of my clothes. “So far, a C for effort. You can do better.” I smiled, watching the corner of his lip twitch. He placed his hands under my arms, firmly gripping my waist before throwing me on the bed. He pounced on me, not giving me a moment to catch my breath before smothering me with a perfect closed mouth kiss. My stomach fluttered like the first time he kissed me. The nerves and emotion of the last twelve hours poured out through our lips. I dug my fingers into his dark locks, fisting the hair in between my fingers as I held his mouth to mine. I wish I had brushed my damn teeth. I wanted to taste him. He pulled away; breaking the connection we had and looked down at me. The heat of his chest seared my skin and the thump of his heart matched mine. He was just as nervous as me, both of us on edge from last night. “This will be the last time I’ll make love to you before you become my wife.” He smiled; his teeth sparkled in the sunlight. “What about tonight?” I asked, totally confused. “Sugar, I can’t see the bride the night before the wedding. We’ve talked about this before. I’m going to stay at my parents.” “I don’t like that idea. That’s two nights not sleeping in your arms.” I sighed, rubbing my thumb across his unshaven cheek. The roughness matched the man more perfectly than the silky skin I felt
some days. “Me either, but it’s only for one night. We can’t break tradition.” “Make it good then, handsome. Make me still feel you when I walk down the aisle tomorrow.” I always felt him for hours afterward. The days when he was insatiable, I could feel him for days, often sore the next time he wanted to fool around. Knowing that this was the last time before we were married warmed me and turned me into a puddle of goo. Growling, he brought his mouth down on mine. I moaned, the regret about brushing my teeth growing. His tongue darted out, sliding across my lips before traveling down my jaw to the sweet spot on my neck. Goose bumps and shivers racked my body as the warmth of his mouth and coolness from his breath as it skidded across my skin. When he captured my nipple in his mouth, nibbling on it with his teeth, my entire body convulsed. The rough stubble of his face, the sharp pinch from his hold, and the silky smoothness of his tongue flicking the hardened tip had me seeing stars and moaning his name. I held him to me, fingers wound in his hair as he suck and flicked until I begged. “Please, City. I want to feel you,” I pleaded. Grunting as he held my nipple between his lips, he lifted his hips and fisted his cock. The cool metal rubbing against my clit made me twitch before he rubbed the tip through my wetness. Thrusting my hips forward, trying to force him to put his dick inside me, I could feel the deep low laugh in his chest. “So ready, sugar. You’re always ready for my cock,” he whispered against my breast. “Yes! Yes,” I chanted, growing impatient with his lack of thrust. Swiping it through my wetness again, he placed the piercing against my clit and made tiny circles, capturing my clit with the motion. The combination of the hard metal and smooth tip drove me closer to the edge, but I didn’t want to come like this. I closed my eyes, sealing them tightly, trying to stave off the orgasm that was about to rip through me. “No,” I whispered, “not like this.” “You want to come on my cock? You want to feel me thrusting in and out of you as your pussy squeezes me like a vice?” he asked, his voice low and husky. “Don’t make me beg,” I said, keeping my eyes closed, moving my hips, trying to escape his cock circling my clit. Without warning, he rammed his cock inside me in one quick thrust. My eyes sprang open, feeling completely filled, a tiny spark of pain shot throughout my body. He pulled out slightly and stilled, staring down at me with a cocky grin on his face. “Is that how you want it, sugar?” “Don’t stop. I’m so close.” I pulled back and pushed myself forward, fucking him. I couldn’t take the lack of motion. Slipping his arms under my back, he held my shoulders, as he began to rock into me. Each lash of his cock against my G-spot sent tiny shock waves through my system, making my toes curl. I grabbed his hips, relishing the feel of his muscles constricting as he moved inside of me. Our bodies worked in unison, driving me towards an orgasm I knew would leave me breathless and with blurred vision.
His hips started to rotate as he pulled out and rammed back into me straight. The movement intensified the pressure building inside of me. His breathing became ragged as he maintained the momentum, driving into me without mercy. Colors dotted my vision, the light almost blinding, as everything in my body coiled and released at once. I felt like a sling shot pulled to the max and then let go, flying forward with no escape or ability to control the outcome. I screamed, “City,” as my body became rigid and my breathing halted. My head flew off the pillow, my body grounded by his hold on my shoulders as my curled toes started to cramp. My core convulsed around him, the hardness of his cock giving nothing as he continued in the pursuit of his orgasm. His moans turned to growls as he stiffened above me, emptying himself inside me. Gulping for air, he collapsed on top of me, his body twitching with aftershocks. I closed my eyes, listening to our mingled breaths as I enjoyed the afterglow. The feel of his weight crushing me made me encapsulated, as my body grew limp underneath him. His breathing slowed as his breath skidded across my ear; the low growls of pleasure bring a smile to my face. As he pulled out, everything he just worked to achieve slid down my body forming a pool on the bed. I still hadn’t gotten used to the feel of a man coming inside of me. I felt like I wet myself and couldn’t stop it. “Let me grab a washcloth,” he said as he pushed off the bed. I grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Let me. I’m dying to brush my teeth. I want a proper kiss.” I smiled at him, trying not to run my tongue across my dirty teeth. He collapsed against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as he rested his hand on his chest. “I’ll be waiting.” He grabbed my arm with his free hand, sliding his palm down my arm. “Make it quick,” he said with a crooked, happy smile. I groaned as my feet touched the floor. The after effects of an evening of overindulgence and wicked high heels, hit me. I swayed, grabbing the mattress to steady myself. “You okay, sugar?” City asked as he sat up and touched my hand. “Fine, baby. Just not as young as I used to be. Can’t party all night and bounce right back.” “I doubt you partied all night too much even in your college years.” He laughed, covered his mouth with his hand. “I didn’t sit in my dorm room and study all the time,” I said sarcastically. It was all bullshit. I rarely partied. The number of times I had been drunk in college I could count on one hand, but sometimes I didn’t like to be reminded of just how much of a good girl I had been. “Uh, huh,” he said, resting his head on his hand as he watched me walk away. I flipped him off, a small chuckle escaping my lips. He knew me too well. Knew I could never escape my good girl qualities even though I liked to pretend I had a badass side. I knew I was a cream puff and I accepted it even though I did so begrudgingly. My mascara was smeared down my cheeks, the result of my crying last night over City. I looked as bad as I felt. My hair was a tangled mess, makeup half on but not in the right places, and my eyes were swollen. Thank God the wedding wasn’t today. I’d have to live with horrible wedding pictures for the rest of my life. Grabbing the tube of toothpaste out of my toiletry bag, I stood on my tiptoes and leaned into the
mirror. Shit, I looked horrible. I quickly backed up not needing the up-close reminder of last night. After washing him from my body, I filled my toothbrush with paste. I needed to clear the funk out of my mouth. My mouth felt drier than the Mojave Desert on a blistering summer day. Just as I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and started scrubbing, I heard my phone chirp. “Suzy, your mother sent you a text,” City yelled from the bedroom. Fucking great. I loved my mom but she added an extra bit of pressure and stress to an already nerve-racking situation. Weddings are supposed to be blissful but no one seems to tell you about all the turmoil and decisions that need to be made. My mother could be judgmental at times and I often felt like my decisions weren’t good enough. I pulled the toothbrush out of my mouth, balancing the paste remnants on my tongue as I yelled, “What’s it say?” I scrubbed my teeth, my motions more feverish at the thought of my parents being in town. She always watched City with a suspicious eye when she didn’t know I was looking. She was happy that he had money, although it wasn’t the reason I fell in love with the man. I would’ve been with him even if he were only a tattoo artists. It’s a good job and he’s talented. She couldn’t get beyond his looks. He had a roughness about him and the tattoos didn’t exactly win him any points in her mind. She’d bust a cork if she knew about the piercing that decorated his lower extremity or if she ever found out that I had my nipple pierced. “She just wants to know if she should be at the rehearsal dinner early to help.” I spit the toothpaste into the sink, cupping water in my hand and swishing. The last thing I wanted was my mother there for her type of help. Everything was ready and all we needed to do was show up, including her and my father. I washed my face quickly, erasing the nightmarish mess from the smudged makeup before returning to the bedroom. “She’s become such a pain the last few months,” I said as I crawled in bed. “She’s still your mom and she loves you,” he said, grabbing my hand, planting soft kisses across the top. “You grew up with a different type of mother, City. You’re mom has made me feel more like a daughter than my mother ever did. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but she doesn’t know how to make me feel loved.” I closed my eyes when they watered as I thought about what it would’ve been like to grow up calling Mrs. Gallo Mom. I always felt like my parents had to fit me into their schedule and often there wasn’t a slot for me unless I had called in advanced. “Let’s just get through the next thirty-six hours and everything will go back to normal. You have the Gallo family now and they’re not letting you go.” I’d felt like a member of the family since that first Sunday dinner so long ago. They made me feel like I belonged and had always been there. My sister and I had never even really been close. I didn’t ask her to be a part of my wedding party. Izzy had become more of a sister to me than she ever had. We don’t get to choose our family, but we do choose those people who we let into our life and with who we spend time with going forward. For me, the people I wanted nearest were the Gallos. They were a loving and diehard loyal group. Above all else, they had each other ’s backs and no one could tear them apart. They accepted each other for their flaws, embraced the bad with the good, and loved unconditionally.
“We should go soon. I have a ton to do before the rehearsal dinner tonight.” I snuggled into his side, enjoying the last moment of peace. He pulled me tighter against his chest, rubbing the tender skin on my upper arm as he kissed my hair. “It’ll all work out. Somehow it will all fall into place.” “I’m sure you’re right.” That statement was a total lie. I couldn’t give up my incessant need to be in control and plan every last detail. “You can’t control everything in life, but I know you try like hell. It’s one of the things I love about you.” “Tell me five other things you love, City.” I swiped my fingers across his chest, stopping on his nipple to tug on his piercing. “Where do I start?” he said before rattling off a list that left me feeling more loved than I had ever felt before. The list wasn’t filled with vain things like my beauty that would fade over time, but the things that made me as a person. My success, education, kind heart, and silliness were just a couple things he listed without much thought. “I love you, City,” I said, moving my body to plant a wet sloppy kiss on his lips. Breaking our connection slightly he whispered, “I love you too, sugar.” He kissed me with as much fervor and passion as he did the first night we met. We made love one more time before dragging ourselves from the hotel room and heading home to prep for the chaos that awaited us. Wedding weekend was in full swing and there was no turning back.
Chapter 10 ~Never Say Never Never in a million fucking years did I think I’d be standing in a church dressed in a tuxedo, not as a groom at least. I wasn’t a cynic. I just never found anyone worthy of my time or commitment until Suzy walked into my life. Sometimes when we least expect it and stop looking, fate has a way of playing its hand. Mine came in the form of a drop dead gorgeous girl broken down on a deserted street. I thank my lucky stars each God damn day that her car was a piece of shit. “You look a little nervous, son,” Pop said, slapping me on the back, pulling me from my thoughts. I rubbed my hands together; they slid easy from the sheen of sweat that formed over my entire body. I wiped my brow, feeling more nervous than I had ever felt in my life. “I am, Pop. Just never thought I’d be standing here.” “Amazing the place hasn’t burst into flames,” Anthony said and laughed. “We surely aren’t the church going crowd and Lord knows we’ve broken more than one commandment.” He fidgeted with his bowtie, pulling it away from his neck. I laughed, his words were true, but that wasn’t why I was nervous. I turned to my Pop who had a smile on his face. “Did you feel this way when you married Ma?” He nodded, his smile growing larger. “I was scared as hell, son. It’s a big step to take in one’s life. It’s a serious commitment, but times are different now. I didn’t live with your mother before we got married like you’ve lived with Suzy. It was a leap of faith.” He grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Do you love her, son? The type of love you can’t be without for even a day?” “I do, Pop. I know she’s the one. She makes me a better person, and I want to be surrounded by her and make a family. I want to be in your shoes one day. Suzy is more than I deserve.” “She isn’t more than you deserve. You two were made for each other. Just like your mother and me. She brings peace and tranquility to my life and gave me an amazing family. My life would’ve been meaningless without her.” I didn’t doubt that marrying Suzy was the right decision. The events of Friday night scared the shit out of me. The thought of losing her drove me half-insane. I’ve never wanted to need someone in that way, but I did with her. I needed her in my life, needed her to be mine, and wanted to spend the rest of my days on earth with her. The door creaked open, as Ma poked her head inside. “Where’s my baby boy?” she asked, opening the door with tears in her eyes. “Why ya crying, Ma?” I asked, as she wiped the tears.
“Damn, I’m going to mess up my makeup.” She pulled a tissue from her bra and blotted the skin under her eyes. “I just saw Suzy and she looks stunning. I’m the happiest woman in the world today. They’re tears of joy.” “How is she, Ma? Is she okay?” My heart pounded, my throat feeling constricted by the button up shirt. “She’s better than okay, she’s glowing and ready for the ceremony to start.” Ma wrapped her arms around me, holding me against her as she spoke. “You’ve made me a happy woman, Joseph. I couldn’t love Suzy any more than I do if I had given birth to her myself.” She rubbed my back as she kissed my cheek. “You just have baby Gallos in your mind, Ma,” Michael said as he kicked back in a chair against the wall. He looked so put together and calm. “So what?” she asked as she placed her hands on her hips and turned toward Michael. “I’m old, boy and all I want is a baby…just one damn baby. Is that too much to ask?” “Not really, Ma, but it’ll happen when it happens. We’re still young and enjoying our life,” Michael said, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. “By the time I was your age, I had four children. I enjoyed every bit of my life and maybe more so since it was filled with such love. Children don’t end your life, Michael, they add to it.” “Bullshit,” Anthony muttered, covering his mouth and coughing. Ma narrowed her eyes at him. “Anthony, you better stop acting like a playboy and living your hollow existence. You have to settle down sometime and when you do, you’ll regret all the years you spent alone.” “I’m rarely alone, Ma.” He smiled, his hair flopping over his forehead. “I mean emotionally alone.” She stared at him, waiting for him to respond, but he didn’t. “Okay, I want a picture with my son on his wedding day. Where’s that damn photographer?” Pop walked toward the door, pausing as he opened it. “I’ll go get him.” As the door clicked shut, my ma turned to me. “Nerves are normal, son. Once you see how breathtaking Suzy is in her dress, everything else will fade away.” She rested her head on my chest, as she held my hand. “I know, Ma. I’m just ready to get this started. I hate waiting; I’ve never been a patient man.” I kissed the top of her head, getting lost in the strawberry scent from my childhood. “You don’t say.” She laughed, squeezing my hand. “Just like your father.” She sighed, drawing her body closer to mine. “I wish Thomas could’ve been here. I’m more worried about him than I’ve ever been, Joseph.” “I know, Ma. I haven’t spoken to him in a while. He’s too deep undercover now. I don’t like it, not one fucking bit.” “Ya’ll are going to burst into flames with the language in this room. We are in a church,” Izzy said as she entered the room with Pop and the photographer. “If you haven’t, then no one will, Izzy,” Anthony said with a laugh. “Enough. Let’s take some photos. We have five minutes until you boys need to be at the altar.” Five minutes felt like an eternity as we took more pictures than I wanted to count. My line of
sight would have a perpetual dot from the camera flash. By the end of the night, I’d have dozens of tiny blobs in my eyes and possibly be partially blind. We took photos as a group, the Gallo Family minus Thomas. We took turns taking pictures with our parents; it wasn’t often that we were all dressed up and in one place together. I was thankful when there was a knock on the door and a voice said, “It’s time.” Cracking my neck, I straightened my back and headed for the door. Ma grabbed my arm, stopping me. “I’m proud of you, baby.” She smiled and released me. I nodded, leaving the tiny room and heading toward the church. Anthony and Michael filled in behind me as we stood in our designated spot at the top of the altar in front of the crowd. The church was packed with people, many faces I didn’t know. Ma and Suzy went overboard on the invites, but my mother insisted that her friends be invited besides our gigantic family that had flown in from all parts of the world. The Gallos didn’t know how to do anything small. As the music started, the doors in the back of the church swung open and the entire church stood and turned. The attention no longer on me, I squinted down the aisle, catching a glimpse of Suzy. She looked like an angel dressed in off white. The tulle straps created a V, encasing her breasts. The fact that I knew the word tulle disturbed me slightly, but Suzy had educated me about bridal fashion…whether I wanted to know it or not. The bodice was form fitting, a wide ribbon around her waist held a large fabric flower just below her left breast. The bottom of the dress was loose with layers of tulle that flowed and shifted as she walked. It wasn’t over the top of puffy shit, it was perfect and totally Suzy—classy and sweet. I couldn’t wait to rip the fucking thing off of her. A veil covered her face, more traditional than I thought she’d be. I desperately wanted to see her. She walked arm and arm with her father, slowly moving down the aisle, facing forward. I rubbed my hands together, the last bit of nerves leaving my body, replaced by excitement and a calm that I hadn’t expected. When she stopped in front of the first step, our eyes connected. Through the thin veil, I could see the smile on her face as the priest approached her and her father. The priest stepped down and said, “Who gives this bride away today?” “I do,” her father said, releasing her hand and lifting her veil. He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before stepping back. Suzy ascended the stairs, stopping in front of me with teary eyes. “I love you,” I whispered, trying not to become misty eyed myself. With a smile on her face, she tilted her head and said, “I love you too.” Sophia reached around and grabbed the flowers from her. Suzy held her hands out to me and I grasped them with both of mine and squeezed. With one last smile, we turned toward the priest and waited. We stole glances at each other as he spoke; his words were lost on us. With our hands in each other ’s, we faced forward and tried to pay attention, but it was impossible. I leaned over; close enough for only her to hear. “You look beautiful, sugar.” She blushed, squeezing my hand. The priest cleared his throat; clearly, we missed something, as we were so lost in each other. “The rings,” the priest repeated.
I turned to Michael, my best man and brother, and held out my hand. He placed the two platinum bands in my palm and I closed my fingers around them. I had hers engraved with – You’re mine, sugar. A simple statement and she was from the moment she walked into my life. I handed him the rings and we watched him bless the metal, saying a prayer over them before returning his attention to us. “Suzette, repeat after me,” he stated, turning toward her. “I, Suzette McCarthy, take you, Joseph Gallo…” She repeated his words, never breaking eye contact with me. She slid the ring on my finger, a smile on her face, as we both felt the power in the moment. Her voice never wavered as she finished with “Until death do us part.” She wiped a tear from her eye as she finished. I had to fight every urge I had to wrap my arms around her and kiss her. “Joseph, repeat after me,” the priest said, holding her ring in his hand. I repeated the words, without missing a single one, letting the powerfulness behind the statement seep into my veins. We were connected, a single soul in front of the eyes of God, joined in holy matrimony. We never broke eye contact, keeping each other grounded in the moment. As I slipped the ring on her finger, I held her hand in mine, running my fingertips against her dampened flesh. We stood there for a few more minutes after I finished my part of the vows and stared at each other. He could’ve said the church was on fire and we wouldn’t have known. I always looked at Suzy, usually watched her sleep, but to stand here and just look into each other ’s eyes was some heady shit. I loved this woman, more than I loved anyone or anything in my life, including myself. “I give you Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Gallo,” he said as we both turned to him. “You may now kiss the bride.” Without needing another word, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to my body. Stopping briefly above her lips, I searched her eyes and could see only joy. I crushed my lips to hers as the crowd began to whistle and holler in the background. They’re voices faded away as I kissed her, my wife and bride. When we backed away from each other, we both had watery eyes. As we turned toward the people, now on their feet, I grabbed her around the waist and held her to my side. Our friends and family clapped and cheered as we made our way down the aisle and out of the church doors to the small bridal suite. As soon as I closed the door, I pulled her into a kiss. Not the small kiss I gave her in front of the family, but one that left us both breathless and needing more. “We did it, sugar. You’re mine forever,” I said, as I swiped my fingers against her cheek. “No, baby, you’re mine.” She smirked, a devilish expression on her face as she leaned in and captured my lips.
Chapter 11 ~ The Reception After we greeted the guests at the door, my feet were on fire. The shoes I picked were beautiful and made me feel almost the same height as City, but the damn things were like torture devices. I loved how the satin ribbon of the high heels intertwined and laced up my feet, stopping around my ankle with a bow. It was too bad the dress was so long that no one could see them. I grabbed City’s arm, leaning over to rub my ankles. “You want to go change your shoes?” City asked, watching me with a concerned look. “You think we can sneak away for a minute upstairs? I’ll never be able to dance in these.” “It’s our wedding, sugar. We can do anything we want.” He smiled and winked at me. He turned toward his mother and said, “Hey, Ma, we’re going to run upstairs and get different shoes for Suzy.” She smirked, not believing the reason for our hasty exit. “Sure, just don’t be too long, son. We have a wedding to celebrate.” City nodded, holding my hand and pulling me from the line. As we walked out into the hotel hallway, he grabbed me by the waist and scooped me up into his muscular arms. I squealed from the sudden movement and sighed as I rested my head on his chest. The intense pain in my feet turned into a dull throb as he carried me to the elevator. “It’s great that we had the reception in a hotel. Makes life so much easier,” he said, the low timbre of his voice echoing in his chest. Reaching up, I touched his cheek; still not believing we were married. “We really did it, huh?” I asked. “We did, sugar. Now comes the fun part,” he said as the doors to the elevator opened. “Dancing?” “Fucking my wife,” he said, a deep growl low in his chest. He quickly adjusted me as the doors to the elevator closed. Pushing my back against the wall, he pressed the STOP button on the elevator as soon as it moved. Holding me against the wall with one arm supporting my weight he quickly undid his zipper and reached under my dress. His eyes twinkled as a naughty grin decorated his face. “No panties again. It must be my lucky day.” “I wanted to give you a surprise when you put your head under my gown for the garter.” “Don’t give a shit about that right now. I want to fuck my wife, right here, right now.” I didn’t speak, just threw my head back as he thrust inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his
waist, holding him to me as he moved. He nibbled on my neck and kissed my lips as he pulled out and slammed back into me. The building tension from the day quickly drove me to the edge as his body slammed into my clit. I panted, so close to the edge as he rocked his cock into my core. Within minutes, our bodies shook and we both came on baited breath. Our bodies were dotted with perspiration, and our breathing was ragged as he rested his forehead against mine. He must have pressed the STOP button off because the elevator began to move again as he pulled out and zipped back up. As he cradled me in his arms, I felt utterly loved, completely content, and totally sated. He carried me to our suite, placing me on the couch as we entered. He knelt down and undid the cloth straps on my heels. Grasping my feet in his large hands, he massaged the ache out of them. I moaned, throwing my head back against the couch cushions. “That feels so gooood.” “I should feel insulted that you’re moaning more now than when you were in the elevator.” He laughed, pushing harder on the tender flesh. I giggled, kicking my feet out of his hands. “I’m okay now. Let me grab my shoes before they send out the search party.” He backed away; grabbing my hand and helping me stand. “Fuck,” I said as his come dripped down my leg. “What?” “I feel like I just peed myself, damn it.” I sighed. “I can’t go down there like this.” I lifted up my dress, touching the wetness with my fingers. “You grab your shoes,” he said as he stood, “and I’ll grab a washcloth.” “Okay, but you get to do the honors,” I said as I walked to the bedroom with my legs as bowed out as possible. I didn’t want it to get on my dress any more than it already had. City entered the bedroom behind me, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. I grabbed my pair of white tennis shoes I had brought just in case I needed some relief and waited for him. “Just stand there and let me do it all, sugar,” he said as he knelt down and disappeared under my dress. He wiped my legs gently before taking great care and probably joy in wiping his come from between my legs. “Don’t get any ideas,” I said, feeling a tingling from the warm washcloth. “I can control myself only for so long.” He laughed as his head popped out from under the layers of lace. “Give me your shoes.” I handed him my shoes and stood still looking down at the man I loved. I held his shoulder, trying to maintain my balance as he placed each shoe carefully on my feet and laced them up tight. They felt like tiny pillows, relieving the pressure in the muscles of my feet. “Better?” he asked, running his hands up my legs. “So much better. Thank you, City.” “It’s my job to take care of you,” he said as he stood and grabbed my chin. “I plan to spend my lifetime doing just that, sugar.” “Mmm,” I mumbled as he leaned forward and kissed me. I could’ve collapsed in his arms and fallen into a peaceful slumber, but there was a party going on downstairs and we were the main event. We couldn’t miss it even if we were exhausted. As we
entered the ballroom, the party was in full swing. The DJ was playing instrumental music before dinner and many of the party guests surrounded the bar in conversation. “Hey, sister,” Izzy said as she walked toward me. “I’m so excited to be able to say that and it be true. I’ve always wanted a sister.” She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me a little too tight. “Can’t breathe,” I whispered. “Man up,” she said as she released me. “I’ll be back ladies, I’m going to grab a drink at the bar with my boys,” City said as he kissed my cheek and left us alone. “Where’s your sister?” Izzy asked, looking around the crowd. “Don’t know and don’t give a shit either.” “You know you’ve turned into a badass with a potty mouth, Suz.” She smiled, shaking her head. “City. It’s all his fault.” “I’d like to think I played a part in it too.” She laughed. “You’re always getting me in trouble, Izzy.” “Me?” she asked, holding her hand to her chest. “Always.” A man cleared his throat next to us and we both turned in his direction. “Excuse me ladies, I don’t mean to interrupt.” “Well then don’t,” Izzy said, looking the stranger up and down. He was big and handsome as hell. He reminded me of an Italian version of the Rock. Muscles bulged from his suit, close shaven black hair, shimmering green eyes, and knockout lips. They were the puffy kind that fit his strong jawline perfectly and called the name of countless women. “Don’t be rude, Izzy,” I said, turning to face him. “How can I help you?” “I’m a friend of Thomas’ and he asked me to drop off a gift on his behalf.” The man held out an envelope and waited for me to take it. “Is he okay?” Izzy asked before I could thank the gentleman. “He is and he’s very sorry he couldn’t make it,” he said, looking down at Izzy as if he was not sure of how to take her change in attitude. “Don’t mind her,” I said to him, my eyes flickering between the two. “Thomas is her brother.” “Ah, you’re that Izzy,” he said, his lips turning up into a smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” She snarled, not entirely liking the shitty grin on his face. “And you are?” she said, holding out her hand for him to take. “James.” He grabbed her hand and stilled. “James Caldo.” “Never heard of you, Jimmy,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Perfect,” he said as he brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss just below her knuckles. I could feel the electricity between the two of them. Izzy basically eye fucked him as he kissed her hand. As soon as he looked up, her face went back to a pissed off sneer. The girl could play a good game, but to an observer, I could see the lust.
I coughed, breaking the moment of awkwardness for myself. “Thanks, James. I’ll give this to Joseph for you. Why don’t you stay and enjoy the wedding?” I said, smiling at the man. He’d taken the time to get dressed up and I wanted to see Izzy’s squirm in all honesty. “What?” Izzy asked, turning toward me. “We have plenty of food and I’m sure the Gallos would love to talk with you about their Thomas.” Izzy gave me the death glare. “You can keep James company tonight, Izzy. You didn’t bring a date.” I smiled and I could almost see the venom dripping from her fangs. “I’d love to stay. Thank you. Izzy, would you like a drink?” he asked, still holding her hand in his. “Only because Suzy would want me to be a gracious host,” she said, looking at me out of the corner of my eye. “I don’t want to put you out or anything. I’m a big boy and can handle myself. I just thought you could use a drink to unwind a bit. You feel a little tense and that mouth of yours could get you into trouble.” “I don’t need a babysitter, Jimmy, but I’ll take the drink.” “It’s James,” he said, squeezing her hand. I’d been around Izzy enough to see when she was attracted to someone and she was to James. She may not want to admit it, Izzy often picked guys that she could push around, but I had a feeling James could give her a run for her money. “You two kids play nice,” I said as I waved and walked toward my husband. I curled my arms around his waist, leaning my head on his back as he stood talking to Michael. “Hey, baby. Someone dropped this off for us.” “What is it?” he asked as he grabbed the envelop from my fingers. “A card from Thomas.” I could feel his chest tighten before he tore the envelope open. His eyes scanned the card, his eyebrows drawing together as he read the message from Thomas. “What does it say?” I asked, dying to know what Thomas wrote. City sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before handing the card to me. “Read it for yourself, sugar.” “Are you sure?” I asked as I opened the card. He nodded and closed his eyes. Inside was a brief message from Thomas. Joe, Sorry I couldn’t be there for your wedding. I’m in deep… too deep to get away, even for your wedding. I’m safe, my cover still intact. Shit’s worse than we thought and I’m trying to bring them down as soon as possible. I couldn’t take the chance of blowing my cover and risking the lives of our family. This is the path I’ve chosen and I refuse to risk anyone’s life but my own. Please know I love you and can’t wait to meet Suzy. Give my love to everyone. Love Always, Thomas
I closed the card and handed it back to City. He shoved it in the inside pocket of his suit. “Who gave it to you?” “The man over there,” I pointed down the bar were James and Izzy stood with a shot in their hands. “The one with your sister.” “Who is he and why is he having a drink my sister?” “He’s Thomas’ friend and I invited him to stay and enjoy himself. Izzy will take care of him.” He rubbed his face. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” he said, his chest expanding before he exhaled. “Don’t worry, City. They’re like oil and water.” I lied to him. “You don’t have to worry about him. He knows all about your sister from Thomas.” “That may not be a good thing either. I’m going to go introduce myself,” he said, trying to break free of my grip. “Oh no you don’t. Give them some time to talk.” “I want to talk to him about Thomas,” he said, turning to face me with no smile on his face. “Come on kids,” Mrs. Gallo interrupted. “It’s time to be seated for dinner.” I smiled at him; happy that he couldn’t barge into the conversation his sister was having with James. It looked heated and made me giddy inside. “I would say you’re both in cahoots if I didn’t know any better,” he said before kissing my lips. “You’re going to need some fuel for our wedding night.” I laughed, burying my face in his chest. “Sugar, I could live off you alone.” “Pfft,” I said, pulling him toward the table at the front of the dance floor. “I wasn’t born yesterday, City. You do need to eat.” He leaned down, his hot breathe against my ear. “The only thing I need to eat is your pussy.” My core convulsed, the sated feeling I felt before evaporated and was replaced with lust and an ache between my legs. “Don’t you start,” I said as I took my seat. “I’ve only just begun,” he whispered in my ear as he pushed in my chair. I smiled, looking at the crowd, wishing I could run out of here and back to the suite with him. It would be hours before we could escape this place. I figured I’d use the time to torture him as much as he tortured me. Our guests started clinking their glasses as the rest of the wedding party was seated. I leaned over, placing my lips on his and inhaling the scent that was distinctly him–musky and male and pure sex. I ran my hand up his leg, resting it against his cock and squeezing. His body twitched as he sucked in a breath. He broke the kiss, looking at me with a mischievous grin. “Do it again and I’ll take you in the bathroom and fuck you. I don’t care who’s in there.” I bit my lip, trying to hide my laughter. He wouldn’t dare. I loved this man, caveman and all. I played nicely as we tried to eat our food, constantly interrupted by the clinking of the wine glasses. It was cute at first, but then it just became annoying. I was starving and eating had become impossible. After ten minutes of trying to choke down the steak, we both gave up and headed into the crowd to greet our guests we missed earlier.
The rest of the evening was fantastic. It was amazing being surrounded by so much love. Everyone I cared for was there. Sophia and Kayden minus the little bundle of boy. My friends from work, the boys from the Neon Cowboy, and everyone else that played a role in our life. My parents and sister were there too, but they mainly stayed with my side of the family and stuck to themselves. Pity, really. The two sides would probably never mingle, but then again, I could choose whom I spent my time with. The most memorable part of the evening was our first dance as husband and wife. We picked ‘All of Me’ by John Legend as our song. It was City’s choice; I loved it and couldn’t deny him his request. It was perfect. It was our story tied up in one song. It was written for us, or at least it felt like it had been. City sang it in my ear as he held me against his body and we danced. Tears formed in my eyes. The man could be romantic and I believed every word of the song. Hearing his deep voice in my ear professing his love through lyrics made me melt. I buried my face in his chest, wiping my tears against his jacket as the song came to a close. He grabbed my face, looking into my eyes before he kissed me. The love I felt in this moment was almost overwhelming. Sometimes his touch made me feel weak in the knees like a teenage girl that was lovesick. I was blessed to spend an eternity with this man.
Epilogue ~ Back to Reality We spent two weeks in Italy, touring my homeland and showing her the vineyard my family owned. It had been her first time outside of the US and I wanted her to experience the beauty that Italy had to offer. Suzy fell in love with the people of Italy. The culture is so different than in America. Life was slower; people enjoyed the simple things and didn’t move through their day at breakneck speed. Although neither of us wanted to say goodbye to Italy and head back to reality, the moment we walked into our home everything felt right. I carried her over the threshold, not wanting to break tradition and also being told by Suzy that it was a requirement. I laughed when she refused to walk into the house until I picked her up and carried her inside. Waking up in our bed made me feel more rested than I had in over a month. Suzy slept peacefully at my side with the sheet covering half her body. Her breasts were exposed, her hair flowing around her head, as she softly snored. I kissed her neck, feeling her pulse under my lips. She stirred, a small moan coming from her lips. “Morning, sugar,” I said against her skin. “Morning, husband.” She stretched, the sheet cascading down exposing her entire body. “I love the sound of that,” I said as I partially covered her body with mine. I slid my hand up her side, stopping on her breast, feeling the fullness in my hand. I rubbed my palm against her nipple feeling her twitch. I grabbed it with my fingers, giving it a slight tug. “Ouch,” she said, her face contorting. “Sensitive today. Is it time for your period?” Typically that was the only time she complained that my touch was too tough or abrasive. “I haven’t been keeping track. It must be,” she said with a yawn as I cupped her tit in my palm. “They feel fuller than usual,” I said, squeezing them lightly. “I probably gained ten pounds in Italy. The food was so amazing.” I looked down at her. I knew her body like I knew my own. I’d spent hours worshiping it. “Suzy, are you…?” I sucked in a breath. Suzy’s body hadn’t changed in the year since we met. No amount of pasta or Gallo family meals had added a curve to her hourglass perfection. Missing her period and her overly sensitive nipples had my mind spinning. “Oh no,” she said, sitting up quickly, grabbing her breasts. “I can’t be.” “I’m greedy and want you all to myself, but when it happens I’ll be the happiest man alive,
sugar.” I touched her stomach, resting my hand against her skin and smiling. “I’m on the pill, but I missed a couple days with traveling. I can’t be,” she said, blowing out a puff of air, resting her hand against mine. “I’m sorry I forgot my pill, baby.” “I fucked you so much there should be quadruplets in there.” I laughed, moving to rest my head against her abdomen. She snaked her fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp. “There’s no greater honor than for a woman to carry a man’s child. Don’t ever say you’re sorry. When it happens it happens, but lets try to not have it happen so soon.” I kissed her stomach, making a ring around her belly button. “Your mom would be so damn excited,” she said, pulling my face up. “You’ll make her the happiest woman in the world someday, Suzy.” I kissed her lips, enjoying the feel of her against me. “But would you be happy, sugar?” I asked, looking into her eyes. “I’m not ready to give us up yet,” she whispered. Suzy swallowed hard and rubbed her forehead. “City, what if I am?” “If you are,” I said, rubbing her cheek with my thumb. “I won’t be pissed off. You’ll be carrying a part of us and we’d still have nine months to ourselves before our world would be rocked.” “I’m not ready,” she whispered, her eyes closing as she frowned. “Sugar,” I said, touching her chin and forced her to look into my eyes. “You can handle anything. You’re stronger than you think and I’ll be here with you when it happens. Let’s not worry about something that we can’t control. We’ll find out soon enough if you or aren’t. You worry too much. I’m sure it’s just the stress of the travel. Let me help you forget.” I smiled as I watched her gnaw on her lip. “You’re right. I’m sure it’s from the stress of the wedding and travel. How are you going to make me forget?” she asked and wiggled her eyebrows. I crushed my lips to her mouth, devouring her lips. She melted into my touch, her mind occupied by the feel of my rough hands gliding across her soft skin. I made love to Suzy in our bed for the first time as husband and wife. Life couldn’t get any better. Christmas Suzy and I decided that we’d wait until Christmas day to share the news with the Gallo family. My parents had everything they could ever want and buying a gift for them was a bitch. The one thing we could give them that they couldn’t get anywhere else was the news of the impending birth of their first grandchild. “You ready for this?” I whispered to Suzy as we sat down on the couch. “Who’s going first this year?” Anthony asked, sitting next to Izzy on the floor. “I’ll go last,” Izzy said, leaning back looking uninterested. “That’s total bullshit, Izzy. You always want to be first,” Michael said, sitting down next to Mia on the love seat. She placed her hands on her chest as she spoke. “Being the baby earns me the right to always go first. I was left out of everything growing up. Christmas day was mine, all mine.” “Please, you were so far up our ass, you were never left out of anything,” Michael said, laughing and wrapping his arm around Mia.
Suzy leaned over, whispering in my ear. “I’m kind of nervous. Everything is about to change.” Suzy turned her attention back toward the family. I nodded; leaning over so only she could hear. The shit was about to hit the fan, but for once, it would be a great thing. “Just be ready to have your eardrums shattered.” I laughed. God, the Gallos could be loud, but I imagined my mother ’s happy screams would be near window cracking volume. “Why don’t we start oldest to youngest,” Anthony said, trying to be diplomatic. “That’s not necessary, your father and I don’t need presents,” Ma said, sitting in her chair next to the Christmas tree. My parents outdid themselves this year. The Christmas tree almost touched the ceiling. They never went with an artificial tree. My pop had to cut down a tree each year. My parents spent days finding just the right one on their property before cutting and hauling it inside. Thank God they had boys, because it took all of us to help him carry it inside and set it up. Ma spent days decorating it, adding ornaments that dated back to our childhood. The woman kept every decoration we ever made and they lined the tree. “Ma, stop. You and Pop deserve presents. You’ve always spoiled us and now it’s our turn to give back,” Izzy said, turning toward Ma. “Not really happy about the oldest to youngest thing, but I can wait.” “You’re a sweet dear,” Ma said, leaning forward, stroking Izzy’s cheek. I rolled my eyes. The sugar plum fairy must’ve invaded my sister ’s body. “Open my present first, Ma,” Izzy said, reaching under the tree, and pulling out a small box wrapped in red glitter paper and a silver bow and handed it to Ma. Ma shook it, putting it next to her ear. “Hmm, I wonder what it is.” “Just open it,” Izzy said, bouncing on her knees. “Patience, Isabella. It’s a virtue,” Ma said, pulling the ribbon and removing the bow. “Virtues and me don’t get along,” Izzy said, her laughter growing loud. “You’re a Gallo, none of us do,” Pop said as he smiled at Izzy and chuckled. Ma opened the box, a giant smile spreading across her face. “Oh, Isabella, it’s beautiful.” She pulled a bracelet from the box lined in rubies and diamonds. “It’s our birthstones together, Ma” Izzy said, crawling closer to her. “Can I put it on you?” “Yes, I’d love that.” Ma handed the bracelet to Izzy. “It’s beautiful. I love you, baby girl.” Ma leaned forward, kissing Izzy on the head as she snapped the bracelet around Ma’s wrist. “Love you too, Mama.” Izzy moved the bracelet so the stones sat on top and were visible before crawling back to her spot next to Anthony. “City, why don’t you go next,” Michael said, winking at me. “Did you tell him?” Suzy mouthed at me with wide eyes. I shook my head, because I hadn’t said a word to anyone. “No, brother you go ahead,” I said, trying not to spoil their gifts by going before them. “I can’t follow up Izzy’s gift. You always give strange things to Ma, so I rather go after you,” Michael said as he slapped his knee.
Everyone laughed and Mia elbowed him. I always bought Ma something special and meaningful. The woman didn’t care about price; she only wanted something that was heartfelt and meaningful. “I hadn’t planned on giving Ma our gift so soon, but we’ll go now just to make you happy,” I said with a smirk. He’d shit a brick in a moment… it served his ass right for his shitty comment. “I want to give it to her,” Suzy said, placing her hand on mine before pushing off the couch. We spent hours talking about the best way to break the news. Suzy decided to have a shirt made that said ‘World’s Greatest Nana’ along with the first ultra sound photo tucked underneath. Damn kid looked liked a jellybean, but I knew it was enough to make my ma squeal. “Izzy, can you give me the big box with the snowman paper, please,” Suzy said as she approached the tree. Izzy grabbed the box, shaking it as she handed it to Suzy. “Is it an ugly Christmas sweater? You know a girl can never have too many of those.” Izzy smiled as Suzy ripped it from her hands. “Shush it, you. I’m still mad at you,” Suzy said, sticking out her tongue at Izzy. She turned toward my parents, sitting in their favorite chairs next to the tree, side by side. “We had something made for you this year, Mom.” Suzy handed her the box and came back to sit at my side. “That’s so sweet of you, dear,” Ma said, tearing the paper slowly. “It’s for both of you,” I said, grabbing Suzy’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks, son,” Pop said, watching Ma opened the box. As she pulled the shirt from the box, Izzy said, “I knew it. Ugly Christmas clothes, nice brother.” “Izzy,” I warned. My ma’s eyes grew wide; her lip trembling as my pop grabbed her arm. Her mouth dropped open as she read the shirt. “Really?” she whispered. Pop reached in the box, pulling out the ultrasound photo and bringing it close to his eyes. “What the hell is it?” Michael asked. Ma turned the shirt around, a giant smile on her face. “Promise me you two aren’t joking?” she asked, holding the shirt in the air. “We would never joke about that, Ma,” Suzy said, squeezing my hand and leaning into my side. The shrill scream from my ma had me covering my ears. She hopped from her seat, coming at us quickly. “Fuck,” Anthony said, clearly understanding the error of his previous statement. My ma was so lost in her baby haze that she didn’t even flinch at his statement. She stopped in front of us, tears just starting to stream down her cheeks. “When?” she asked, clutching the shirt in her hand. Suzy laughed, hopping to her feet. “August,” she said, wrapping her arms around my ma. “Oh my God, August is so far away, but there’s so much to do,” Ma said, grabbing Suzy and squeezing her tightly. I stood, walking toward my pop, holding out my hand. “Congrats, Grandpa,” I said, waiting for his response. He placed his hand in mine, pulling me toward him, embracing me. “I’m proud of you, son.
Damn proud. There will finally be someone to carry on the family name... about damn time.” He laughed, patting me on the back. “Only if it’s a boy, Pop,” I said, sighing and feeling completely content. “Look around, boys are genetic. Girls are an anomaly in this family.” Ma grabbed me, pulling me from his arms. “And you, how could you keep this from me?” “We wanted to be sure, Ma. Don’t be mad,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I’m not mad. I don’t know if I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now,” she said, resting her head on my chest. “A baby, finally a baby,” she whispered, her tears soaking through my shirt. Over my shoulder, I could see everyone surrounding Suzy. She beamed, a giant smile on her face and her cheeks slightly pink. She didn’t like attention, but she better get used to it. She’d be the center of attention until the baby arrived. Anthony touched her stomach. “Wow, it’s going to be like the movie Alien. That’s some scary shit, Suzy.” He smiled, patting it before flailing his arms like the creature that busted out of Sigourney Weaver. Mike batted his hands away from Suzy, “Stop it, you dumbass. You’re scaring her. Congrats, doll. I’m so excited to finally be an uncle.” He smiled at her, wrapping her into his arms, but holding her like she was breakable. “Maybe someday Mia can be an aunt?” she asked as she pulled away to see his face. Mike laughed, nervously looking at Mia. “We’ll see. I’m still trying to figure out if she’s ‘the one’.” He said and laughed. Mia smacked his ass, causing a loud crack to fill the air. “You could only be so lucky,” Mia said. “Come here, Suzy, give me a hug, Mama. Are you ready for this?” I watched my family as they showered her with love. We weren’t the main attraction anymore; the world would now revolve around the baby. Suzy huffed out a breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She shrugged before hugging Mia. “Congrats, Suzy,” Izzy said, pulling Mia off Suzy. “Remember, that baby better have a vagina.” Izzy poked her in the stomach and bent down next to her belly. “Hey little girl, Auntie Izzy will teach you everything you need to know about life,” Izzy said, rubbing her hand over Suzy’s stomach. The color drained from Suzy’s face, as her eyes grew wide. “Izzy, we don’t know the sex yet, but boy or girl, they’ll be lucky to have you as an aunt.” Suzy looked at me with her eyes bulging like she was scared to death of Izzy getting her hands on our baby. There were worse things than having Izzy teaching a girl how to be strong. Izzy could be a pain in the ass, but she was a tough cookie. The man that could tame her would have to be a beast, if it was possible at all. The End ~ For Now.
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